20 Spells of fire and 13 spells of air and at least a half a dozen spells for cleaning underwear. There's 15 spells I know for light of varying degrees and a spell I worked up yesterday to conjure up a breeze. The Dwarves know spells of earth and stone for finding gems and gold and the Elves are versed in ancient magics, secret and untold. I met a goblin once upon a journey 'cross the land who claimed he knew a spell for making cupcakes out of sand. My knowledge and my wisdom grow with every magic spell but so to does my ignorance, burning questions still to quell. I know each incantation, forwards, backwards, left, and right in at least 2 dozen languages that I can both speak and write. My repertoire is vast and wide as the deepest, bluest sea but the spell I never learned was one to keep you here with me.

Updated 1 September 2017 (22:45)

Ha! One of the more unique poems I've seen for sure. Certainly took a sad twist at the end there. Nicely done.

I struggled with deciding whether to write a whimsical poem from top to bottom, but ultimately I had a goal in mind with this one and it was important to have that little turn of the knife at the end to reflect the title of the poem.