Mystical…

Misty or bleary-eyed I am not,

Mysticism I sometimes find to be hot,

Life reaches its eventual end,

I need not to anyone defend…

Power of the mystic I do hold within,

That power does not come without sin,

Still I do use my power with little chagrin,

Passed down through my ancestors, yes my kin…

Am I wrong to use such a power?

Do not look at me with that reproachful glower,

This power is part & parcel of me,

Wish do I it could be made to work,

To shed this mortal coil,

Like that of dirt when taking a shower,

Instead I do find myself being devoured,

I fear my future does hold consequences that are most dour…

        © ed ~ 10/2/04