In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
'Midst ancient oaks, 'neath starry sky,
A Druid's whispers, soft and sly,
In mysteries old, the wands doth lie.
Merlin, wise with knowledge vast,
Three wands he held, a treasure vast,
Gold, silver, bronze, their powers cast,
In hidden realms, their secrets last.
The wand of gold, with sunlight's gleam,
Wealth and fortune, like a dream,
Its rays reveal, a hidden stream,
In whispers soft, the secrets teem.
The silver wand, with moon's soft grace,
Healing touch, in sacred space,
Mending hearts, in gentle embrace,
In shadows deep, its secrets trace.
The bronze wand, wild and free,
Master of storms, across the sea,
Nature's fury, whispers spree,
In thunder's roar, its mystery.
In quests of old, the seekers roam,
Through forests deep, and ancient loam,
Riddles weave, the path to home,
In magic's grip, they seek to own.
For in the heart of Druid's lair,
Merlin's wands, beyond compare,
In whispers soft, they call, they dare,
In shadows deep, their secrets rare.
Thus, in the game of seekers bold,
Where riddles hide, and tales unfold,
Merlin's wands, a treasure to behold,
In mysteries deep, their power cold.
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