“John Dee and Edmund Kelly evoking a spirit” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The magician draws the night
About his shoulders as a cloak
His ritual is deep delight
A fire rising from its smoke
Dimensions open to his word
And spirits rising from their graves
A bloodied heart, a fiery sword
Damnation calls so none are saved
His mastery of elements
Between these worlds will carve his way
The aging harvest now ferments
He casts such runes for bleaker days
Magician weaves his web so wide
That through his hands all life must fall
Lost lovers and forsaken pride
Our hopes, our dreams, he takes them all
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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[ Smiles ] Helen, this is another great poem.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Wow what powerful images Helen, liked this one very much, then again I love magic, though i can’t actually do any, well most days i can’t….love reading your blog..M
Thank you so much – yes, magic would be a fine thing if one could only make it work, LOL!! 🙂 🙂
We are all well cautioned against that magician… very well written.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
I really love this one! Nicely penned!
Thanks so much Kev!! 🙂 🙂
Love the poem, but I don’t like him at all!!! 🙂 xxxx
LOL, fair enough, thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful and purposeful!
Thanks Ionia!! By the way, did you get my email? It’s cool if you did and haven’t had time to reply, but if not then I’ll write again. 🙂
Please resend. I checked all folders and spam but haven’t seen anything–I’m pretty good about this stuff…I think gmail ate it. Rrrrr.
I’ve re-sent, so hopefully it reaches you today – if not I might have to double check the email address with you. 🙂
Wonderfully written Sis…. love the dark tones and flow of this xxx
Thanks Sis!! 🙂 xxxx
enjoyed
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂