Updated: Jul 22
Peer into his eyes,
The magic man.
Strange things lurk behind,
Sit- there is no need to stand.
Gather round the fire,
And drink deep from the magic cup,
No love, no desire;
Need be held by a fool's luck.
Dance with him, for I am he,
The one who tends the flame,
The one who is the trees.
Ask where and whence he came,
And I will laugh and offer you a drink.
Beware those who fear the dark,
For your light can never be found without the darkened link;
Seek the stranger among the shadows,
For it is he who speaks to demons-
who brings angels close and all things hallowed.
The pagan drinks from a pagan cup,
See the fire dance,
And test your fool's luck.