Two wizards approach in the night
Eyes ablaze.
Dos Equis on their breath
Neon lights set the stage.
Wands drawn,
Widened stances,
A battle over turf.
Pimps and hookers cross the road
To give them ample berth.

Words are slurred in a cryptic tongue,
Mystic energies depart.
Twin bolts ignite virgin sky
Like molten works of art.
Spectators stop,
Beats slow,
Bouncers crane to see the fight.
Heaven’s seams burst to bits
Spilling silver streaks of light.

Screams tread in the moistened air.
Waning moon eclipsed.
Mackerel rains down by the ton
Conjured from drunken lisps.
Fins flap,
A futile gesture.
Sterling tides begin to swell.
Proving yet again why wizards
Should never drink and spell.