The Juggernaut

(A lone voice whispers) Did no one tell you that true Magic exists Just hidden somewhere deep In most societies Sought after by convicts of the mundane Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists Whenever they're asleep In pain Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation But still, it subsists in so many obscure places And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut Known as The Great Metatron To look One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes To the Book of Life It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide In the deep-minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces From all gender and races As imagery Emotions and engagement runs wide For the Philosophers Stone The Great Secret Is simply this There's an old piece of magic in us All But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak After a mighty fall Maybe like you Too A new poet who once heard the nightly call And now speaks a sacred hidden language, that summons the craft of Reconceptualizing the enchantment of the human experience Through an incredible naming magical act Breathing Molding and weaving Words into life Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy A molten flux to entertain the curious ones Of any age That needs something magical written in verse As they turn one of your spiritual pages To help save them from their own form of self-destruction And maybe anything that still hurts Before their last ride home In Old Nicks black hearse As you serve your new masters and mistress's Of the magical vibrations known as, Poetry By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed (C) Copyright John Duffy ..