How the trickster Magic became Magick
A satire – Part 1
Before man learned the art of control
Magic ran wild teasing and bold
Unrestrained, it moved and would not stand.
It rearranged the world as if it were sand
But man learned and envied the wild thing
Magic was elusive, knowing envy was a sin
Man had grown wise trapping magic as it played
Its secrets they wanted, its power they craved.
Hard work was done and gold was paid
In the dark of night, the trap was laid
Magick was caught, bound, and alone
But magick had no form, no body or bones
Magic had no worry for it could get away
But a jealous Sprite it did Magic betray
With A special drape to hold Magic like the wind.
Magick was caught and helplessly pinned.
No one could break the wild creature in the veil.
Magic knew only anger and wished man to hell
No matter how cruel or forceful the men tried
It would not be broken, its secrets, were kept inside
Then one day came a young girl child
This one was different, quiet and shy
Magic knew that this was the one
The one to grant it freedom
As she bent her head toward the cage
Magic reached out and touched her third eye
A flash in the dark, like lightening, had struck
Brought guards running but they were out of luck
continued
Garnet
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