Title:
The Mystic
(A lone voice whispers)
Some say
I have a gift
A supernatural trick
But for the profane
It's quite simple to explain
You see
My bloodline is infused
By a thousand generations
Of magical conjurers
From beyond
The Lands of Kush
From the deepest parts of the unexplored African Bush
And it's not your fault you're being drawn to me
It's because I called to you
Over land
Moor or
Sea
Like one of my bloodline many Mages
To come
Calling
So
Run wild
Over all of your life's wild woods
To reach my secret mountain glade
Called The Nexus
Hidden here in these words
To be perused and understood
Come to see the tapestries of your destiny
As I stand chanting in my circle of salt
Sending out poetic spells to enchant you each night
Like loyal soldiers
Standing to attention
On parade
Like John Gault
For I know
You feel lost
And alone
Even when you prayed
For a cure
Like it's your right
By de jure
For something's are beyond your control
And that isn't your fault
So just know I still wait in these dark woods
Just hidden in the half light
In the shade
Will you surrender to curiosity and come see
Me
Willingly by hook or crook
On foot
For I will show you
A new transcendental spiritual temple
Sights to transform your mind
Let you use its white altar to absolve all your fears
Do you wish to enter into my Red Church
At the core of the Nexus
Like a king or queen
To see your general
To be baptized and ordained
Will you walk through the
gray clouds of gray smoke that chokes
In your world
Past those enticing fires
surrounded by temptations many enticing liars
To finally cross the great wet yellow sands and swim through the dark waters
To reach my mountains' woodland glade
Where you can finally dance freely
Amongst the deadly nightshade
And face the rise of the Full Winter's Moon
Totally unafraid
To exchange Sacred Prose
As our soul's manifestos
What says you
Are you coming through
Copyright John Duffy
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