MAGICIAN
He stood by the oaths of entry
He held high archons for sure
Guarded at the gates of heaven
In hopes to find what’s more
He watched the vanquished fall away
To the sway of cardinal sin
But held high their hopes - as sentry
Guarded gates to let them in
In the dark, the years kept passing
Watched the daunted walk on by
While he still clung to hopes of seven
They stared haunted - at the sky
Mephistopheles sat waiting
Metatron with lack of words
But still our sorry, sad magician
Sat with voices that he’d heard
Morpheus told him tales
Of the day they’d all believe
But our soured, mad magician
Sat with cards stuffed up his sleeves
He could hear the Holy Ghost
For he had the ears to hear them
But when he spoke into the ether
Not even Christ himself would listen
So he wandered through the lands
Pushed on looking for one more
And after searching every corner
Found her tangled in his lore
Felt inspired by beginnings
Went on longing for the rest
But he found it hard to listen
With heart’s beating in his chest
So he refocused on his studies
Watched the power in him grow
He dug in then - ever deeper
And found magic in his flow
Articles of grandeur
Colors old and new
Spells came out like rapture
From every word that he would choose
He piled them all up.
Stacked words high unto a pyre
Set alight - the spirits came
Like a roaring, raging fire
The world teetered on the brink
Armageddon had come again
Yet he invoked through ardent spirits
The spells to work within
He would dart up on to heaven
Heaven help who would divide
When he sought to fall In slumber
He would find them by his side
Angels staring staunchly at him
Like some idiot found a window
Our incompetent, sad magician
Saw He’d been living life in limbo
But from this vantage point
He was relieved to see the reason
He had not wasted time
But was waiting for the season
When they all would come together
He no longer wondered how
For indeed that time was coming
For indeed, that time was now
There was no lack between them
‘Least not a thing they couldn’t fix
In long searching for the seven
They had finally found the six
Now the squaring of the circle
Would not be fraught with indecision
Now they all could tell the tale
Of the incompetent magician