Magic And Early Man
Many, many eons ago in the fantasy land of Tangura.
A very wise man went into a deep trance.
When he awoke, he shouted ‘Congura.”
It meant he had found out something in his trance.
He had discovered magic. But, how to tap into it?
He went to work immediately on the problem.
Soon, he had devised a simple spell that seemed fit.
He mumbled some words that didn’t solve them.
He needed a focus. So used an ash branch.
Straight, about two feet long, tapered on the end.
He pointed and mumbled. Light shot out of the branch.
He burned a hole in the wall. In came the wind.
He knew he was onto something then.
A year, or so later, he had composed a book.
Magic spells, potions, and other gems.
He called himself a wizard to those who looked.
Soon, he had an assistant, an acolyte.
They would stir up big boiling pots of herbs, etc.
Sprinkle in the right potions to make it right.
Drink it and cure warts, fever, and an itch.
Soon, the acolyte had had enough of this.
In secret, he whipped up a brew of his own.
He drank it and brought on a real twist.
It affected him right down to the bone.
He called himself a warlock, and so it went.
The battle between good and evil was on.
Soon, there were others. They had the scent.
Cults were formed. Soon, a war was brought on.
Through the ages, the battle has raged.
Good verses evil. Until this very day.
Magic is no longer used, but they are engaged.
The good verses evil game is still played.
Everything starts somewhere. Till it ends.
————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)