How the trickster, Magic became Magic
A satire, part 4
Nothing happened when he jumped, so he tried it again
Oh, poor Magic, You can not fly away today.
He turned to her in a rage. What have you done?
I reversed your trick. I know how.
You’re just a woman, stupid and needy. I was safe!
I could not live in that straw hovel, the castle, that was the place.
Silly girl, why do you think I picked you so young?
If you’d ever told, you and your family would have been hung.
How clever of you, terrible changeling
But I wasn’t as foolish as you were thinking
My mother was hiding in that village in the trees
So she could teach me her craft from the powers that be.
What has that to do with me? The little man asked.
My Mother was an enchantress and her power was vast.
She had just started to teach me when I encountered you
She needed the King and his castle to keep you contained.
As long as she lived I was safe from you by her spell.
What spell, I heard no spell, I felt no spell.
As we left the castle the spell was broken. And you remembered.
But I remember everything you said or felt
Not until we flew out the window into the sky.
Ha, an imaginative story full of sorrow and lies.
So, what happens now, is this where you’ll tell me I’ll die?
You won’t die. But I will curse you
With what? You have no power.
I slowly took your power while you were not aware.
What you have left is smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand.
You will never hurt another or lay waste upon the land.
You will keep your name, Magic, but not your powers
What have you done to me? What will you do?
I’m giving your powers to a man who is worthy.
Ha! There is no one here, but you and I.
*Come forth. She called out.
And a handsome man appeared in a thick mist.
He came forward and joined her with a bow.
The Princess pulled a hand full of starlight out of the air
She blew on them lightly and they flew into the man.
He bowed to her again and walked into the mist to disappear
*NO! The imp screamed. Thief, liar, hateful beast.
The man has been given your power and much, more
*True knowledge. Do as you will and harm none.
What you have done will come back to you threefold.
I lost everything only to have it given to a Charleton?
Oh no, You cannot be imprisoned, so this is your sentence
He will start a new art for the best in the world.
I have called it Magick
To practice love and kindness to one and all.
What is the name of this godly man?
Didn’t I tell you? His name is … MERLIN
Thanks for reading this little story written
for fun and foolishness- a satire