The Fact of Magic (revised)
Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 9:50 pm
Just something I've been working on for a bit. A bit long yes, yet hope you enjoy it.\
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(Revision) The Fact of Magic
In awe, people wondered about its start
Where it began, how it came to be
Physically impossible, Mentally unsound
By all means out of ones grasp
Always un-replicable by the viewer's vision,
Even though found by some.
Like hounds most searched
The elusive imp is perched out of reach
Laughing down at them, awaiting its time.
For its end, and its capture
Not by pitchfork or torch,
But by creativity and luck.
In inspiration people looked for its acceptance.
While Roaming around unknown
And only preached to its own presence
And like nature, started brazen,
Self-created chaotic birth
Leading an introverted existence.
The cunning tamer, a swift and inquisitive mind
Wherever they may be, will seduce
Binding the once immortal entity
Wrapping a noose around it's now mortal neck
The new tool, once used and old, drifts away.
Once the power is tapped, and word leaked-
Words no longer exuberant or excited
The defeated beast roams those solemn winds
Since magic's killer is fact,
And magic isn't Magic once known.
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The Fact of Magic
What is magic, except for the unimaginable?
When something seems;
Physically impossible, Mentally unsound
Incomprehensible by a fool's thought
Unattainable by most minds.
By all means out of ones grasp
And always un-replicable by the viewer's vision.
In awe, people wonder about its start
Where it began, how it came to be
Even though found by some.
Like hounds most search
As the elusive spirit is perched out of reach
Laughing down at them, the soul awaits its time.
For its end, and its capture
Not by blinding torch or pitchfork,
But by unearthed luck and creativity.
In inspiration people started to look for its acceptance.
While Roaming unknown to the masses
And only preached amongst its own presence
For magic (at some time) is only known by its wielder
And like nature, started brazen and its own force
Self-created chaotic birth leading to an introverted existence.
The cunning tamer however, a swift and inquisitive mind
Wherever they may be, will seduce and bind the once immortal entity
Wrapping collar, choker, a noose around it's un-aged neck
The now new tool, once used and old, drifts away.
Once the power is tapped, and word leaked-
Words no longer exuberant or excited
The defeated beast roams those solemn winds
Exploits return no reward, tamer no longer thought of.
Since magic's killer is fact,
And magic isn't Magic once known.
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~Xel
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(Revision) The Fact of Magic
In awe, people wondered about its start
Where it began, how it came to be
Physically impossible, Mentally unsound
By all means out of ones grasp
Always un-replicable by the viewer's vision,
Even though found by some.
Like hounds most searched
The elusive imp is perched out of reach
Laughing down at them, awaiting its time.
For its end, and its capture
Not by pitchfork or torch,
But by creativity and luck.
In inspiration people looked for its acceptance.
While Roaming around unknown
And only preached to its own presence
And like nature, started brazen,
Self-created chaotic birth
Leading an introverted existence.
The cunning tamer, a swift and inquisitive mind
Wherever they may be, will seduce
Binding the once immortal entity
Wrapping a noose around it's now mortal neck
The new tool, once used and old, drifts away.
Once the power is tapped, and word leaked-
Words no longer exuberant or excited
The defeated beast roams those solemn winds
Since magic's killer is fact,
And magic isn't Magic once known.
<->
The Fact of Magic
What is magic, except for the unimaginable?
When something seems;
Physically impossible, Mentally unsound
Incomprehensible by a fool's thought
Unattainable by most minds.
By all means out of ones grasp
And always un-replicable by the viewer's vision.
In awe, people wonder about its start
Where it began, how it came to be
Even though found by some.
Like hounds most search
As the elusive spirit is perched out of reach
Laughing down at them, the soul awaits its time.
For its end, and its capture
Not by blinding torch or pitchfork,
But by unearthed luck and creativity.
In inspiration people started to look for its acceptance.
While Roaming unknown to the masses
And only preached amongst its own presence
For magic (at some time) is only known by its wielder
And like nature, started brazen and its own force
Self-created chaotic birth leading to an introverted existence.
The cunning tamer however, a swift and inquisitive mind
Wherever they may be, will seduce and bind the once immortal entity
Wrapping collar, choker, a noose around it's un-aged neck
The now new tool, once used and old, drifts away.
Once the power is tapped, and word leaked-
Words no longer exuberant or excited
The defeated beast roams those solemn winds
Exploits return no reward, tamer no longer thought of.
Since magic's killer is fact,
And magic isn't Magic once known.
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~Xel