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While the Denizen is delving in the depths for diabolical merchandise, here some sonnets about a forgetful wizard written by ChatGTP...

In his tower tall, the wizard sat and thought,
Of spells and magic, incantations old, and fraught,
But nothing new his addled mind had brought,

And so his thoughts turned to spells untold.

His memory, once sharp, now often failed,
He struggled to recall the words he knew,
And so in vain, he muttered and he wailed,
For new spells seemed forever out of view.

But still, he tried, his mind and will intact,
Forgetting, yet determined to create,
And though his mind was dim and hazy black,

His magic, still, was strong and full of fate.
And so, he labored on, with magic bright,
Forgetting much, but still creating light.

Amidst the shelves of tomes and dusty scrolls
A wizard sits, his mind a swirling mess,
His memories, like leaves, blown to and fro,
A hapless victim of forgetfulness.

He seeks to weave new spells of wondrous kind,
To conjure magic that will awe and astound,
Yet in his mind, no formula can he find,
His thoughts, like boats, lost and never to be found.

Oh, how he longs to cast his spellbound gaze
Upon the secrets held within his mind,
To pluck them out, like stars from heaven's maze,
And weave them into magic, strong and kind.

But alas, his mind is but a fleeting thing,
And memories, like phantoms, take to wing.
Yet still, he labors on, with hope and heart,
And prays that one day, he will make his mark.