31 October 2012
Wizardly Bill sang a song in his head, A song he had heard while asleep in his bed. He had been dreaming one of those magical dreams, Where nothing quite ever is just what it seems.
In a tree in his dream, a tree of bold yellow, A tiny white bird made the song with a bellow! So loud was the sound from it's little white beak, Bill fell from bed and awoke from his sleep!
Yet the sound of that song, so incredibly loud, Was strong, and brave and made you feel proud. So Wizardly Bill sang the song in his head To stop his fear, and be brave instead.
Wizardly Bill was in danger you see, In as much dangerous danger as a wizard can be. He stood right at the edge of the magical well, Ready to cast a most powerful spell.
In all of the worlds, in all of the places, This well was the one, the space between spaces. The middle of magic, the brightness in light, What a wizard sees when there's nothing in sight.
So Wizardly Bill had come to the well, The only place to cast this powerful spell. Without this spell, as Bill well knew Fears would be many, and joys would be few.
This spell was the spell Wizards made once a year, This spell was the one which brings hope near. It is hard to explain, and harder to do, For to look in the well is frightening too.
It is dark in the well, and wind pulls you down As if a big mouth opened up in the ground. But Bill knew the secret, how to stand strong Right at the edge; use a magical song.
The wind from the well pulled his hair and his coat, It whipped at his face and grabbed at his throat. Wizardly Bill closed his eyes, raised his arms, Calmly, so calmly sang away his alarm... Then up rose his voice like the song of a bird, Rising and spinning and filling with words, Deeper than depth and louder than noise, At the edge of the well, Bill made a choice.
Where the darkness is deep, where fear is a storm, There's a choice you can make,and hope can be born Right at the edge of the deep magic well, Wizardly Bill spoke the words of the spell.
Then it was gone. The wind and the well. Bill stood alone in a quiet green dell. Flowers all around and a bright shining sun, On blue hatted wizard, with a smile full of fun.
"That wasn't too bad", said Wizardly Bill, As he walked back home to his house on the hill. Yet as he walked he was glad he had heard The strong brave song of that little white bird.
Wizardly Bill • Opuss № I