I felt his presence quite some time ago

But then, not much happens here I don’t know

He’s thirsty, I can tell, they always are

Those of them, that is, that make it this far

For me to take pity, would be folly

I keep my lair hidden carefully

Over there is a secret waterfall

Beyond that, there’s no water here at all

It would take a solid day’s journey from here

Before any clean water will appear

It’s strictly rationed, so he’d have to pay

And that’s only if it’s his assigned day

So to maintain the waterfall’s secret,

I cast a creative spell upon it,

But to bind the spell, I must reside here,

Now it’s hidden from those who venture near

I gaze one more time at him and can’t not

So navigate him through subconscious thought

A hollowed out rock, filled with fresh water

“Take your fill,” he hears, “then depart from here”