The Magic Man

Updated: Jul 22, 2021

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.

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