The Fortress of Nookertan

In his fortress all of stone
Dwells the Wizard, all alone
Moonlit walls enshadowed blue
He plans his magic mystic coup,
He often ponders things unreal
With his Familiar at his heel,
And staring off to parts unknown
His colors swarm, his mind is blown
He mounts his Zephyr, flies away
Amid the stars he plots his day.