Wizard Hut

I wrote this poem for a contest in a Harry Potter-based D&D game I was in. I won first place.

A well-trod path to home doth lead
On yonder hilltop, fair and green
A trav'ler there doth make his way
Though back be bent and frail with days
Upon a high and wrinkled brow
A pointed hat, broad-brimm'd all 'round
A staff of roots with gem enwrapped
That glows with sunlight there entrapt
At last the threshold there be crossed
A refuge to the tempest-tossed
Newly stocked with herbs and tomes
Eye of newt and dragon's bones
With spells to spell and brews to brew
His wizardry begins anew