Magic: Gone With A Vengence
I heard of a land of magic.
A different type I didn’t know.
They used colors for their magic.
If it was dark, magic didn’t flow.
During sunny days they did all.
They used magic in many ways.
At night things moved at a crawl.
Daytime, it was like running a maze.
Not everyone had the power.
Others could only use certain colors.
They would tire in a few hours.
Few used all colors better than others.
These few were called prisms.
They were the ruling class.
Also called full spectrum magicians.
They used magic to kick others ass.
Thinking all citizens needed a leader.
Such a prism was called a black prism.
Other prisms were his advisors.
Ruling by magic, they were the bleeders.
They would bled magic from others.
Those with little or no power had no chance.
They could only run to their mothers.
Unless they could find a thing called ‘The Lance.’
“The Lance’ could wipe out a prism’s magic.
They would be powerless. A common one.
‘The Lance’ was hidden years ago by black magic.
Black magic could only be used by some.
Very few was the number of them.
Most would destroy ‘The Lance’ if they found it.
Just a couple would use it. They were real men.
If used, magic would cease to exist. Every bit.
Those with no magic would be happy with that.
Everyone would be equal. No prism’s anymore.
No ‘magician’s’ treating others like a rat.
It would make those former magicians very sore.
One day Morvel found ‘The Lance’ using black magic.
He loved his magic, but he hated prism’s.
The Black Prism took away his brother’s magic.
His brother later committed suicide. A real schism.
He activated ‘The Lance’ at noon that day.
All magic magically disappeared.
He did it to get revenge for his brother, they say.
The prism’s went nuts. Loss of their life, they feared.
Many were killed or put in prison.
Things were different from that day on.
We would call it as normal as kissin.
From that day on all magic was gone.
———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)