The Sorcerer’s blindness

Could not see the evil that he had created.

Magical spells of despair, destruction, and death

Abound across the kingdom.

The Sorcerer unleashed the Golden Fynx.

Dreaded by all the towns folks,

The Golden Fynx was a mythical five headed dragon.

The dragon was a fire breathing menace.

His tail was long and powerful.

No one could destroy such a creature.

The Sorcerer observed from afar the deadly results.

Buildings set ablaze,

Homes destroyed,

And villagers running in panic for their lives.

The Sorcerer cried.

He was saddened by the wanton destruction.

“The Golden Fynx must be destroyed,” shouted the Sorcerer.

Conjuring the most powerful spell that he could think of,

The Sorcerer shouted, “Golden Fynx, your day is done.

Your life is over before the rising sun.”

Instantly, the Golden Fynx gave a piercing scream and then disintegrated.

The threat was over.

The villagers rejoiced.

And the Sorcerer promised never to create such an evil creature again.