Wizard Banished
Might be science

You wander ‘round at midnight, candle shaking in your fist,
Hunting hidden answers that the daylight must have missed.
But listen, little apprentice, here’s a lesson for your mind—
The dark is just the sun clocking out for dinnertime.

Oh, you chase shadows like they’ve secrets etched in night,
Yet can’t accept the obvious: no flame, no blooming light.

So ask the wizard—go on—
If the cosmos flips at dusk.
I’ll cackle, stir my cauldron,
Tell you truth wrapped up in dust:
It isn’t magic, darling, it’s the simplest of sights—
Night is nothing special, merely absence of the light.

You reckon spells are different when the moon is hanging low;
You think the stars whisper riddles only dreamers get to know.
Well, I could turn you into tadpoles—yes, the rumor’s mostly true—
But trust me, croaking wisdom sounds the same at high noon, too!

You ask if I can bend the realms and make your wishes hatch;
I might—yet even miracles can’t fix a clueless batch.

So ask the wizard—go on—
If the cosmos flips at dusk.
I’ll cackle, stir my cauldron,
Tell you truth wrapped up in dust:
It isn’t magic, darling, it’s the simplest of sights—
Night is nothing special, merely absence of the light.

Great galaxies, you mortals… Always certain darkness holds profound, cosmic drama.
It’s just the universe turning off one lantern. Get over it!

You claim you seek enlightenment while fumbling in the gloom;
Perhaps illuminate the brain before you question doom.
The difference, faithful student, isn’t woven into space—
It’s in the candle you forgot to light before this chase.

So ask the wizard—once more—
If the cosmos flips at dusk.
I’ll cackle, slam my staff down,
Scatter sparks of snark and dust:
It isn’t magic, darling, and it’s hardly worth a fight—
Night is nothing special—
Merely absence of the light!