the cost of magic
the cost of magic
magic descends on human animals replacing the chance
hovering in a wobbling fashion bestowing all so uneven
deciding the able those who can in an uncertain balance
as good or evil dies clashing to await souls at last leaving
so sadly the mortals must exist within the realm of reality
not knowing of coming future only aware of the dim past
imaginary souls seek to subsist within a world of banality
to measure the price of nurture making each moment last
gods promise of lives eternal dwelling in a heavenly bliss
counting deeds good and evil accumulating divine grace
keep the dire secrets internal ignore the passionless kiss
blind on the side of the devil yet lie to each angel’s face
watching the sleight of hands to believe conjuror’s tricks
shocking the shifting of sands to relieve wanderer’s grips
