(OOC: Longpost kindof? under the cut. TLDR the wizard made a wish and we yes WE as in you and me are cooked)
Gods of old and gods of new
Heed my one call unto you
In this circle o' hell and fire
Grant, in full, my one desire
In this town of good and bad
Of drunken fools, both dead and mad
Look upon the home of light
Which guides the lonely through the night
At it's core is naught but one
Who knows the lives of everyone
Look into that knowing mind
How they worry, oh how kind
Cure that person of their sorrow
Upon the morning of the morrow
For ignorance is truly bliss,
Have them "forget", that is my wish.