First Wizard and Witch

He taught me,

He raised me,

He found me,

He made me.

His magic, out of control,

Transformed me to what I am.

Witch, made of lamb.

Now I reign over the world,

I take my pick of who to shave,

And who to kick.

I will not be told,

What to do or how to act,

Because me and him,

We made a sacred pact.

I promised to tell his story,

But first I must warn you,

It is quite gory.

I lived in a time where wolves ruled

And man was but a joke.

As a young boy, First Wizard,

Choked.

On a small red berry,

Magical at that,

On his birthday, 

while wearing his starry blue celebration hat.

A volatile thing,

The magic of fairies,

What did he do?

He ate a faerie berry.

Most men who eat them,

Will die quite soon,

choke on their vomit 

while their wives swoon,

Over angelic elfish faces,

Before split by magical cursed maces.

But at the age that he was,

The Wizard and his pet dove,

Made magically magical,

The dove became and owl.

As he grew older and older,

The Wizard came to find,

Strange things happened 

When imagined in his mind.

One day he was walking,

And to me, his best sheep,

He was talking.

All the sudden,

Out of the blue.

He pulled off his hat

With a flourish or two.

Out from the tip Zap, Zap!

And magical magic,

In shivering fits,

I grew and grew,

And looked down to my hooves,

but instead found shiny, black pointy shoes.

And such is the story,

Of First Wizard, and Witch.

I pulled it off quite well,

I hope there was no hitch.