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”