In Velvet Tears

Rose-tinted sparks began surging around the hooded man, as his mouth opened to announce the three phrases and the rest from his gifted brain.
All the hard labor was beginning to pay off, and the lone sorcerer had just sacrificed a twisted individual to the wishing well, granting his impossible wish in a matter of seconds. So that was it, only having to declare a single sentence to his purpose, and that was it? He can't just wrack his brain around it when the spell transpires into fruition right in front of him, so he had to go with the flow, and don't think of it as a scam.
But just like good opportunities, they will never be in the palm of your hands ever again if you miss them, but, perhaps you could just live with the moment you have right now?

Or shorter conclusion; A furious mad sorcerer-necromancer gets fucked by toys from a cursed ghost. Okay, maybe that was too out of context of a conclusion, you should read for yourself for context.