Disillusioned Magick

Enchanted, or disillusioned world
Where magic is the weakness
And all logic becomes illogical.
No one is the hero, but you
And all the world remains
Because only you can find
The good within it.
No one can tell you how to slay
The dragon’s fierceness
By living each day
In it’s terrorizing horror.
No, the world’s magic is
Not the magic in fairytales
Which, if anyone noticed,
Are nothing more than horror tales.
The world is no fantasy but
A reality that has warped itself
Into an illogical kind of magic
That only you can face.
The question then that all
Must take turns to accept is
Whether you’ll face it with goodness
Or face it with a villainy.


Haiku Set 1 9/10

Clouds gently stroll by
Circling the earth’s atmosphere
Like puffy pillows.

In the yard, grass grows
Shooting up in their green hue
A decoration.

Sweetly sings the bird
A prestigious cardinal
Nobly it stands.

When all the leaves fall 9/10

In the breeze of the Summer’s end
Autumn wind bursts forth in bitterness
Causing the world to wither in a state
Of perpetual dismay.
Or so the season would like to think
As it tries to turn into the cold of Winter
But with a warm blanket
And a cup of tea by my side
I can feel the warmth run
Thorough me as I read by the window
Watching the world change.
The reds, the oranges, the browns
Are all signs of Autumn’s coming
They are not dismal colors or hues
But a shade of knowing that
Soon a frosty snow coated world
Will come when all the leaves have fallen.