The Great Metatron

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound

Did no one tell you that true Magic exists

Just hidden somewhere deep

In most societies

Sought after by convicts

Of the mundane

Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists

Whenever they're asleep

In pain

Some crying out for redemption or anything 

Linked to temptation

But still, it subsists 

In so many obscure places

And upon so many altars

Does it reside

For when it comes out to tempt 

The eyes of the juggernaut

Known as The Great Metatron

To look

One of the most powerful archangels

And interdimensional scribes

To the Book of Life

It causes so many other emotions

To like atoms collide

In the deep-minds

Behind inquisitive eyes and faces

From all gender and races

As imagery

Emotions and engagement 

Runs wide

For the Philosophers Stone

The Great Secret

Is simply this

There's an old piece of magic in us

All

But sometimes

It only chooses to come out 

In those it made to speak

After a mighty fall

When they were weak

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy