Within his tower high, the Grand Sorcerer sat

Pondering spells to rescue the Isle of Wiz from mishap

He beckoned forth a tempest, boisterous and wild

Wiz Wizards, Wiz Warlocks, and Wiz Witches, awakened, riled!

Each with different coloured robes

Spread across the island, living in their abodes

The storm cleared the fog, and a voice called out

“Unite your powers, banish all evil that’s about!”

Some were scared, some excited, some unaware

But they all knew the message was rare

The storm passed, and calmness prevailed

As they went off to bed, their powers unveiled!