In The Time Of Magic
I am a time traveler. I travel forward or back.
Anyone can do it, if you have the knack.
You don’t need a special machine to go.
Just a good imagination for the show.
I went back to the mid-evil ages.
Knights, castles, & really poor wages.
But, there was one thing not here today.
It was magic. Powerful magic, I would say.
There was white magic & black magic too.
There were wizards and witches mixing brew.
Some were evil and some were good.
Some would kill you where you stood.
It was scary to hear all the magical talk.
If you talk the talk, you must walk the walk.
If you tried to get a wizard for hire,
he might burn you with wizard’s fire.
They worked for themselves, not for others.
They would probably fry their own mothers.
Those that used white magic were usually witches.
But, they could be a warlock & burn your britches.
What I am trying to say.
Magic is not for play.
Those who used it knew their stuff.
They didn’t share this with others much.
If one takes you under his wing.
You would be an acolyte, or some such thing.
You start at the bottom & work your way up.
Till you knew enough to drink from the cup.
The wizard would train you to his way of thinking.
You would reflect his actions right down to winking.
If you learned enough, you might go on your own.
You would then use all that you had been shown.
They all guard their craft with all their might.
No use ever getting up tight.
If a witch or wizard does things in his own way,
it’s not much different than some people today.
I learned what little I could.
Then, returned home, like I knew I would.
I found right off. Magic doesn’t work today.
I am sure there has got to be a better way.
But, I still have my imagination.
What a way to take a vacation.
Just imagine whatever you want.
And, wham! You’re ready to romp.
———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)