Camlin

 
 
Camlin the magician
Has crazy eyes
Trades with the Zai
For treasures from another time
 
Patchwork Plains
city of crystal domes
Immortal home
Of the Zai with secrets Camlin finds
 
Ancient metal talking mirrors
Trapped demons in glass prisms
Dream beads dug from sand
In the waste beyond the Easternland
Knives that cut through wood and steel
Pills that are like a three course meal
Goodies piled high
By the Zai
For trinkets from the other side
 
He trades
Manuscripts from Muttermot
In the land of Inky
Talismans, spells and charms
From black towers
Stolen by pinky
his baby dragon
Crooked hat  
Long thin arms
Many ambiguous powers
Any institution he cares not a lot
Never afraid
Not one thing he ever forgot
Shifty, long strided and tricksy
When he comes don't be alarmed
Entertain you for hours
Laughs like a pixie
Fills his wagon
Feels no harm
Make the sun shine through a shower
A magic rope to tie the wind in a knot
Sorcerer crusade