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The Magician said,
Write me a spell.
Said I,
Good or evil
For Heaven
Or for Hell?
Serve I whom,
One still High
One who fell?
Yes,
Would help expedite me
Pray whom,
Pray not, tell.
Of course
I got no answer,
A code
Magicians never say,
So began to write
Right and wrong
In arbitrary way
My purpose,
Less for spell
And more
For writers abysmal pay,
Often been a dancer,
Let words slipslide
As they may;
And then
As though my mind
Unveiled,
Or by hand
Thus far unseen,
A Scrabble strewn before me,
Letters staunch and lean,
Gladiators prepped for battle,
Lions from the cage
Hunger pangs
Sharpened fangs
Starved into a rage.
Strength they found
Were words,
And gathered themselves
To and fro,
As magicians know
But never tell,
Coming to poets,
For the greater spell.