Deep Magic Plays

In field and fen

deep magic plays

The wood elf signs

a high faun prince

with powers of light

and grace sublime

His eyes transfix

our world of pangs.

He leads grey souls

to shores of rest

beyond the seas

where lambs are crowned

and wings caress

every heart that wails

wounded by a lance

for babes adrift.

O Mr Boris

O Mr Boris grant us a vote

so jaded souls can once more gloat

o'er the foul and steel grey drones

who are the Borg, nano probe clones.

Magic and Grace

The segulls around the boats

screech ‘fish, fish”!

Sunflowers asleep under the daytime star

dream of paradise.

Mystical creatures, full of sweet sighs

rise from the sea

Emerald wings kiss the shore.

A glance of love communicates the hidden thoughts of the mage

to souls worthy of grace.

Blood Moon

The moon plummets

red with blood

She moans in agony

tortured by hidden monsters

and dies, poisoned.

The lamps of the sky are extinguished

Demons of Zor shriek

full of anger and hatred

The black dragon commands

spitting fire and ash.

Let Light Triumph!

Come to the mystical place

where light finds its abode

beyond red powers of shades

that liquidate all things 

with magnetic force and thrust.

A grey veil parts to reveal immense shimmering

crystaline spirits surpassing manly creations 

masquerading as truth

to gain mastery over beings

destined for noble missions.

Light enters its zenith 

and the creatures worship.

Their anthem resounds in Heaven

‘Let light triumph!’

Abandon all hope all you who enter here!

She stings, she stings!

The jelly fish has come

The girls ended up red

covered in huge boils.

The Hour of Darkness

A Mage chants

lightening strikes the forests of the world.

Wargs pounce on the faries

mauling them with steel fangs.

Unicorns writhe in agony.

Under the celestial tree

lie horns of light

Smashed and abandoned.

The great mystical river is defiled.

The witch, clad in flames

shoots the glorious king with thorns and nails

and proudly ascends to his throne.