The Captain of Nargeelah

City of strangeness,
All in a jumble,
Windows and doorways,
Rolling a-tumble,
The wizard is flying,
Down dark crooked halls,
Making his magic,
Behind his own walls,
His city, Nargeelah,
Lies hidden away,
A small little fortress,
Where he hides day by day,
His magic is simple,
And of his own measure,
His flying is mental,
And that is his treasure.