To tell you who, I'll set the stage.
It goes back to the silver age.
It has been many years since then,
The origin of Myrwhidden.
Wizard, his arcane profession,
Powerful his skill with spell.
Became a tyrant, cruel oppression,
Made his world a living hell.
Guardians, sensing his strength,
Knew that they must stop this cur.
"You may go to any length,"
This they told to Abin Sur.
The wizard beyond Sur's great reach,
Against magic, constructs weak.
He made a gag to bind his speech.
Powerless if cannot speak.
Knowing that his enemy,
Could be held by no mundane thing,
transformed his foe to energy,
And trapped him in his power ring.
Years pass, and Abin Sur is dead.
His ring passed on to human kind.
But deep in his successor's head,
Foul Myrwhidden assaults his mind.
Within the ring of cosmic will,
A false world under wizard's reign.
Lure Jordan's mind in for the kill,
so that he might be free again.
Many times did brave Hal battle,
The wicked spirit on his fingers,
But never did his willpower rattle,
So in his ring, the wizard lingers.
Hal Jordan sent back to that place,
By Mu's mighty U-bomb device,
Within the ring world, he will face,
The wizard's fiendish, wicked vice.
Though Jordan should be well alarmed,
he's ignorant, his memory harmed.
If he's not careful, fate will see,
Vile Myrwhidden again set free.