Spaced out

Spells and potions cast to unfold,

Many stories spread but truth yet to be told,

Uncovers souls the poor have sold,

He walks around knowingly, wise and bold,

The water he drinks like liquid gold,

The earth he touches, no longer mould,

Age? No such thing, he will never grow old, 

He does not feel heat, he does not Feel cold, 

He truly is magnificent, his spells, behold! 

He is just fiction, don't be enrolled, in his school of magic, don't be controlled.