The moon shines bright ‘neath a blanket of black br In mere twilight shall I find what I seek br My inquiry isn't on the beaten track br I search with zeal though my prospects are bleak br My eyes are keen and my feet fall with grace br I search for creatures forgotten and lost br I must succeed at this endeavored chase br I must find magic no matter the cost br At last I came upon a small old man br So I began talking as we broke bread br He said that he was part of a wise clan br And so this is verily what he said br If magic’s what you seek then look inside br Let it not be tainted by follied pridebr br Ian Jobstbr br