The Mysterious Traveler

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For I come with a tale
A story of great legends
With genies, and witches and spells
A tale of love and death
Come on, gather 'round
There's plenty of room to spare
Sit down and have a bite as I tell you a tale of fright
For you will not sleep tonight
There once was a witch and she rubbed a lamp
Causing a genie to appear
Then she said, "Who are you tiny man."
"Tiny, hmphf."
"For I am a great and powerful genie and I can see you are a witch."
"For I see all  the Great Balthazar. For I am the genie in the lamp!"
The witch utter a tone great evil and said, "For now I have you as a right hand man and I will say help on my quest. A quest of Ebola be demise for I have nothing left. That wretched girl and princey so live so happily in that castle. I was their enchantress. I performed spells and then they kicked me out. Tried to burn me at the stake. For I chanted no more and now I'm here, so far away from home."
The genie said he could help for only three wishes
The witch wished him free an genie grinned
Now it is our hour
For evil may com and good may go
But remember children always
See the other side and have a reason for I am the evil that lives on inside you
The genie is my right hand man
And I have put a spell upon the tower
The tower of which they died
And everyone cried
But for I yelled no more
All of you men and your women mean nothing to me at all
The cat grins so for we are to show at the final hour
The power which we hold and world will grow cold
OH AND WHAT A SPLENDOR
For I am the mysterious traveler

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