True Magic
by
Joseph P. Rogers
Call down the magic, wild and free,
It flows amongst the forest's trees,
And then bursts forth and outward flows;
Where it stops nobody knows.
True magic cannot be bound,
But by sage or mage, it might be found;
And, for a while, it can be tamed
When summoned by its ancient names.
Does mortal man think he its master?
Such a fool walks a road to disaster.
All shall know the magic true;
All shall see what it will wrought.
In a sacred place, three kings did kneel
For there the Power was revealed;
The wise brought gifts that they did offer
In thanks for boundless life proffered.
