by Shadowdance

Days of old when men were bold
And maids were meek and fair
There lived a wizard of great wisdom
Who's powers were beyond compare.

Came one day a man of wealth
Who's heart was black as coal
His life was built on deceptions
Immortality was his goal.

He sought the help of the wizard
His lies and deceit showing
Spoke of good deeds in his life, though
They were really dark and growing.

The wizard was a wizened soul
Helped him with all his might
Mixed a potion, pure and true
It's color shone ever bright.

He gave it to the wealthy man
Though no payment did he seek
And bade him at the next fullmoon
All of it to drink.

He grabbed the potion and took his leave
Before the warning could be spake
The wizard did yell after him, unheard
"Only goodness and love must take."

The next night, fullmoon, and down he drank
Angered because no change took place
Went into his chambers to grab his coat
And happened to glance upon his face.

What once was beauty, now disgusts
Of evil heart, his face was scared
As a mirror of his inner self
The man, now monster, was horrid.

And a mild laughter could be heard on high.