he stands atop the hill,
the Magus.
radiance coloring his head!
he calls reverence to the deities
and respect to the dead.
he announces the power
in thunder.
his subtle offering of blood
to his Goddess of choice-
a potency of esoteric flood.
he mimics some voices
of animals.
hands raised to grab the sky
he shines blue in the dark
in stillness of the one to die!
the invisible becomes tangent.
so magnetic!
the walls of sheer words
rise to show the fields
of dreamy grasses and herds.
he opens his eyes and sees.
he smiles.
the circle emanates blue.
the ritual- an illusion.
the illusion- the hue.
in all his undisguised power,
in all magnificence,
he glows so very beautifully!
and i obey him dutifully.
i, too, am glowing with him.
Ah, the splendor!
i match the shade he adorns.
like his beaming shadow.
his blue rose among all thorns!
the circle changes to morning light.
the daybreak.
orange flows in with purple haze.
the birds start their waking chirps.
he smiles at my obvious daze!
he sends the circle to atonement
as it dissolves in his embrace...
2 comments:
magus... not only for u but all who secure it's freshness!!
hmm....dats d "magic"
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