The Sorcerer and the Frog

In the land of ice and snow,

A capricious sorcerer once did grow.

With a crimson frog e'er by his side,

A friendly bond, they seemed to abide.

Yet the frog was cunning, a quite wily one!

Had a hidden agenda – to be undone?

He led his companion on journeys far and wide,

To a sacred flame that ne'er would subside.

The sorcerer was enthralled and entranced by the fire,

He danced in the shadows unaware growing desire.

See, the frog had a plan, almost complete,

To use his friend’s weakness for his own grand deceit.

The frog was obsessed with this bright shining blaze,

And its secrets and power had long held his gaze.

But while he’d carefully plotted the course to this place,

The nature of the flame was yet to be faced.

The sorcerer, basking in shimmering light, knew

The flame offered greatness, or perhaps, fatal plight.

Twixt caution and ambition, he was equally torn,

Not knowing the path to embrace or to scorn.

So our story ends with sorcerer frozen 'fore flame,

His fate - uncertain - a mystery to claim.

Will he finally succumb to the frog's machination,

And pay the price, for flame's burning sensation?

Or will he turn from the flame's all-consuming suffusion,

Choosing a safe and secure yet too certain conclusion?

Only time will tell, what fate will befall,

The sorcerer and the frog, after all.

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