The Magic

Merlin could travel to any time,
But he didn't like the past;
He went back for precious metals and herbs,
To use for the spells he cast.
He always looked to the future,
And hoped for man's dignity;
He had to search further and further,
Until he knew it was futility.
A Danish mage could turn metals to gold,
Until he performed it for the king;
Then, he was never heard from again;
But, I'll bet he was doing his thing.
Abramelin loved numbers,
He knew they somehow held the Key;
Solomon used David's Words of Power
To unravel life's mystery;
And me, I balance them on a page,
Alluding to hidden meaning.
I rearrange them hundreds of times
And leave them for others' gleaning.

© MadPoetnExile

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