Twas a magic blink and feral cast,
Frozen arcane and nova blasts,
Fire magma flashes a pulsing flow,
Betwixt the inner photon hollow;
A universe inept yet woven in spells,
Puppeted like strings from the well,
Olden time lost, forgotten who ruled the land,
Magi constructed the folds of man,
Tis sensed, heard, and portaled afar,
To constellation’s map in distant stars,
Although potions, elixirs, flasks and brew,
Batwing, ogre, monsters and green grass dew,
These things are arrows the sling due south,
Fields ravaged and attached to health,
Upon the lightning show and acorn eaters,
Many globes operating on these theaters,
Plays on plays dancing a sung tune,
Far from Earth yet words near to you,
Conjuring the simple riddled question test,
Currents from source are blessed adjustments,
Light vanishing darkness, light a guarantee,
Of quintessence gifts of to be,
Rapidly the vanishing acts begins fast,
Gouging with a cursed blade sting,
Stunned I begin the think at last,
Blinking out of the animations string,
Spliced plane beyond the visual,
Of the illusion’s framed material,
Sheeps still are lost to who will follow,
Something to fill the well’s hollow,
Opening key of who is in the back,
Frozen solid from a freezing blast,
The cone of cold called the conical,
Blasting still while in the perceptional,
Cold times begotten the fingers frost,
Golden shadows of tempus lost,
As though somewhere in the shadows,
There is a forest field shining meadow,
A night were sight is invisible from time,
Wheels circulating springs through sublime,
Like shield operating slinged gears,
Bubbles barrier firmament against fears,
The damage mitigated like a warrior,
Blocking all like old times orders,
Spun around and cheap shot stunned,
Hex’s death like using a gun,
Dagger’s elixir piercing depths skin,
Shadow inside merging and worn thin,
Undead features shining and coming through,
The sense of time in oblivion long gone,
Using nova, again, blow up the heat plan,
Shadows to shape the light called man,
Slowly tempered the global feats,
Dueling myself to show who speaks,
Others talking yet myself as brother,
Who is anon the the spiritual mother,
Fantasy though chasing the reading script,
Of compounded alphabetical digits,
Sensed far again and wide from a star,
The spells of words like Magician’s conjured,
Do not run, do not hide or cast away,
Staying inside the shelter of this play,
The casting rudiments casted upon lots,
But words selfishly spell out the plot,
Raven prophecy burning inside the fire,
Tricks of the trade are still learning desires,
Hopeless hopeful to know my own faith,
Save yourself in the way you spell weights,
Refreshing the crime, a mage is the sage of time,
Controlling minions through various vines,
Different elemental codes for the field,
Voice is unto the land of what is unreal,
Before there is a need for revolution,
It is monkey see, monkey do; as evolution,
Mages set forth the kill the shadows,
Like different places where light riddles,
As where is reason within the digits,
Around a circular table of the individualis,
Many forms around the shaping components,
Like around the circumference of Camelot,
Different glory upon the plots story,
Like hidden in stone the blade of worthy,
Excalibur thou sword of worded strength,
Amidst the flower’s blossoming ranks,
To man, a gift, the word of the abyss,
Slow to harness of old time versions,
At many times the castle tower above,
And people below holding crude rough,
Burned olden time Magicians at the stake,
Visions of take to the lakes,
The white veil illusionist manifold,
The eyes of red looking within control,
Encapsulated into the mind we call time,
Radiation conflagrations occurrence sublime,
The story of hidden golden ore from the mines,
Needed for radiation protection defined,
Save thyself from the sources energy transformation,
Of knowing light and harnessing analyzation,
This frightful flight of words in it’s own right,
Defines itself in itself through the write,
Knowing if the facts or falsity will align,
Is how to debate away from this line,
Thou shalt see that the blade tempered,
Is not in fact yourself that is weathered,
Thou art that thou are you can see,
In Fact in this place where nowhere seems to be,
In olden days the formations coursed through time’s vein,
The mineral thoughts could shine sovereign,
They still sit and wait for the time of clocks fate,
For man to unearth the mineral lost states,
The perfection siddhi is a place of clarity,
Enhances the worded analogy,
Like olden days where rocks stood like towers,
And geometric shapes formed from showers,
Of what they wanted man to see as light,
Foundations based upon the to be blight,
As fire’s burn eternally and the blink away,
Was from micro to the macro though days,
The universe grammarly is in a man,
But what way does the self plan,
What one sees is what one uses to write,
And what no-one sees is tecnotical folded blights,
Logical tacticians rocks in passive moods,
To attack or defend upon the material crude,
Like the harder the rocks the stronger the castle,
To fear the essence of song is the ego centered,
To the first verse of the cauldron boiling,
Boil boil and double the toiling,
Spill in some frog legs and witches frail,
Frozen primordial soup of the tale,
This fable of olden different states,
Heaven an inner bliss that radiates,
Suffering is due to thy own voice,
Of raising or lowering it upon choice,
Again back to the portal afar,
Looking back upon different mapped stars,
The land beyond is faithfully given free,
To and land the is God created eternity,
Back and back to the beginning once again,
Different elemental wizards lands,
Spheres of evolutions random delight,
Due to ambrosia like honey polite,
As thou the riddle can always tempt thee,
To different entrances of controversy,
As there is a reverse to every forward reaction,
So this is how evolution is due creation,
Heaven on the earth from above towers,
And in the below the love doth shower,
As the old ages are weathering away,
And the golden age dances in words day,
Like a trance upon the weaving chance,
Of different poetical stance,
Yet what lost story am I myself,
This Atlantis deep within my wealth,
A place of let go and surrender,
Was where the ages and eonic mender,
So as the play ends in this swords word,
Tis your own to enter the Illuminator.
Metemphysics 