The Keeper's Clever Poems

I was once in the Imperial Empire,

When I found a man with brilliant attire.

I was only a squire,

I took it, and discovered he was a mage of fire.

I soon became very dire,

I ran for the aid of my sire,

I was promptly fired . . .

I thought of becoming a mage,

So I thought the help of a reknowned sage,

I went to his hut and knocked on his door,

He said he had never heard of me before,

I said I came seeking training and more,

He said to hurry up and open the door.

The next thing I felt was the dirt of his floor,

Turns out this man wasn't a sage, but a murderer at his very core,

It was here that I died at an unnatural young age.