ere are several poems written to celebrate your humble Dragonmaster, and everything that I do just so that I can continue kicking Wizardly butt in the name of the City, County and State of New York --- as only I can do it!
"The Merlin of Manhattan" by Alison Taylor
Where do you look for a Wizard?
This is not the Yellow Brick Road to Oz,
Manhattan's underground tube station,
Is not your mind's imagination,
Because commuters, tourists, travellers and such like that,
Going about their dialy routine,
Unaware of the man in the tall, pointed hat,
Who has broken up their monotonous scene.
The Goblins, Faeries and mystical measures,
A vocation belonging only to the able,
Drawn away from the office and clerical table,
Into spells and conjuring and mythical tales,
Master Blackwolf unfolds in fantasy scales.
Mediaeval magick in Manhattan today,
Captivation of imagination in such a way
Can only be brought into the front of the mind's eye,
If the allowance of belief is permitted to apply,
Trudging around New York's streets and modern-day living,
Is this emblem of Fantasy,
Dream-maker in the giving!
"Outside the Bubble" by Ray Irving
A world distorted as a whole, living there inside your bowl.
Don't bother me with your codes and rules, for I live out here, amongst the fools!
Fools! You may think of me and mine as dressing up strange all the time.
But stop and think: How's your life going? I may be odd, but inside, I'm glowing.
Rolled-up paper, catch the train, get home late, then back again.
Toil your way to make a living --- My way's easier, for I'm just giving!
Giving Fun and Hope to all you slaves, bringing Light to all your days,
My wand is hot with wishes true. and my spells are meant to help you.
So, dear friends in this dark, grey world: within thy bubble, 'tis quite absurd!
Give up youe ways of bitter stress! Pop that bubble! Clear up this mess!
Enjoy thy life, without a care! Stay at home and save thy fare!
Become a King or Queen, or a Wizard, too --- yes, that is my advice to you.
Look at Ray Irving! He's now a King; whilst Master Blackwolf does his thing!
Are these two men really fools? Maybe they've rediscover'd Life's tools!
Tools that repair broken ways into ever-smiling happy days.
It may be so there's too much trouble trying to escape from your own bubble.
Without a plan, you may never stop ---- so prick thyself, and make it POP!
A magician's wand is all ye lack; Click yon mouse and haste ye back!