In realms where magic dances free,
A lizard-man of mystery you shall see.
Tall and strong, with muscles built,
Grey-skinned wizard, enchantment's lilt.

Digitigrade legs, a powerful stance,
Two crescent horns, a cosmic dance.
Aloof he looks, his mind askew,
From ancestral swamp, his magic grew.

With staff held high, he chants his rhyme,
Weaving ancient words, a spellbound time.
Incantations flow, a mystic tune,
In the light of the crescent moon.

Grey scales shimmer, in swamp's embrace,
Reflections of spells, in every grace.
Born not from skies or distant space,
But swamp's own magic, his embrace.

In tomes and scrolls, his wisdom found,
In marsh's secrets, his knowledge unbound.
A scholar of depths, both near and far,
Guiding realms like a distant star.

Laughter ripples, like swampy song,
Through realms where magic does belong.
A wonder woven, in swampy air,
Lizard-man wizard, beyond compare.


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A wizard lizard? A lizard wizard? Almost 7 feet tall, an alien mind and a reptilian footlong under his skirt.

Tell friendly.