Magician's Brew #1A Poem by Kane Hagwood An epic poem written in a fantasy setting Magician’s Brew #1
He that walks about the night Dwelleth also in the day In the secret place surrounded by light Of forgotten saints with much to say The most one magician has ever had to fight High upon forgotten mountain top to pray Himself feeling inner flame ignite Shall we abide under the shadow to witness such a plight? Of the Almighty challenge that has formed into fragmented sight
In willing a solution out of thin air Swaying
with forces of the highest offices He remains a figure of mystery
“Is my refuge and my fortress fit for such a guest?” royalty is left to wonder “My God!” others have exclaimed as the magician’s voice would rarely thunder In him both peasant and king Will see what the magician will bring “I trust all is well?” anxious guest often will sing Surprised by The Magician and his marvelous new thing
Surely he shall deliver What many would consider Three pages from the Magician’s coat That could have been mistaken for litter
Snared between his fingers Often papers were held together The Magician found it better With leering eyes of his peers upon him And from the noisome pestilence of dangerous curiosity It was best to keep methods hidden under lock and key
He shall cover these secrets Withholding his wisdom from the world Feathers, trinkets, and pages filling his pockets Under the shadow of night he was hurled
Into his new life and chapter Wings within his heart praying for happily ever after Shalt thou trust thyself, humbled practitioner of forgotten art? His truth felt deep within his own heart
“Shall there be any who will stand by my side?” magician cries “O’ Host of Hosts….” “Where art thy shield and buckler?”
In hiding The Magician went For all his energy had been spent
“Thou shalt not be afraid,” often he would tell his reflection For the terror in his heart faded from introspection By night he would sit outside his home within a mountain cave Fearing neither sword in the shadows Nor for the arrow that flieth by day
Nor for the pestilence rumored to surround mountain grove Nor for the creatures that walketh in darkness or monsters that arose Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday For truth witnessed left nothing more to say
A thousand lies lined the grove The Magician called home Even as new trees rise and old ones shall fall at times passing They reside all over these forgotten lands and places once called sanctuary Ten thousand rumors of terrors at city taverns Which are spun from their creative minds They speak with such conviction Their right hand upon sacred texts But truth It shall not come nigh thee who refuses to experience it With their own eye
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked O Magician hidden in the mountain high Because although he has made the climb Lo and behold the ridiculous dozens who have also reached the sky
Which beg the magician to show them his way His mighty refuge breached by those determined to stay Even at the peaks of a mountain most high The mighty habitation in mountain he said goodbye
There The Magician would make his leave Shall we follow our hero to see where his new path will now lead? Evil still yet to show its face No beasts to fall or put into their place Still no sign that they are even there Neither any followers demanding their “fair share”
Shall we witness mysterious magician? Any clues to his broken heart ? No plague would come nigh the practitioner Nor any harm came to his new dwelling
For he made his home within distant hills Shall we give him space as his power fills? This magician humbled in the presence of angels To take charge over there beloved from all angles To keep their eclectic friend In all their ways until the very end With their ways helping magician mend
They shall bear thee up in their hands O wounded magician now hidden in the hills Lest thou dash thy foot against a stone
Thou shalt tread upon the earth With the heart of a lion And wisdom of an adder
The young lion grows within his righteous spirit And the dragon within loud enough to hear it Shalt thou trample stone under feet? To declare your power in the street?
Because he hath set his love upon his fellow man Men abusing power he could never stand Therefore will magician remain In deliverance from city and insane
To him the risk of an abused will Set him on high alert Because he hath known his many peers Toying with his gifts at the expense of his own name
He shall call upon the creator of men And then... In the early hours of the morning will they answer him: And in darkest hour will be with him in trouble
In light and darkness Will they deliver him And honour him So new chapter may begin
With long life was he promised Will instilled by flame Internal peace to satisfy him And shew him many owed years of salvation
May the heavens hear the magician’s petition Creator of this creation bent ear to listen “Poetry be protected from all forms of harm, danger-” Magician sure to add, “And guard from any attack made by stranger.”
~X~
Hearing voice from on high Still many times did the magician cry, “O God, attend unto my prayer,” magician would often sigh
From the end of his day Until morning did he lay In the home built with the earth and his will Protected Indoors from the cry of winters chill
Unto the All did he offer his praise Even on emotional days When magician begins his work You can see the peace within his heart lurk
“Is being overwhelmed a sin?” The magician would often begin Lead by memories of home in the city Memories of home drowned him with pity
Even heading back to the thoughts of home Magician felt safe and never alone Rock was soon built around home he would admire That his placed protection grew higher More than what his abode would require
For thousands of hours Has the magician been building a shelter Forging memories worth remembering And soon a strong tower from the enemy was built
Night came and went Will to be on guard faded Into his new castle he waited Being paranoid felt dated
In the new castle he built Yearning to bury past guilt Soon the magician found his hands in motion Spending his hours brewing a new potion Scribbling down notes in a furious fashion Magician leaned into their work with passion
Forever it felt to go about this art “I will trust in the ones who watch over me,” magician muttered “That they will do their part!” “I will trust in the wisdom of the Creator’s children” “The covert of thy wings and ways guide me!”
Shouting with all of his might Even magician gave himself a fright Lead to believe he could make the potion better An unseen hand placed upon his shoulder Mental picture of a feather shown with the weight of a boulder
“Be
patient with yourself,” magician heard whispered in his ear For a thousand hours more did magician labor “O God,” magician found himself groaning “Hast thou heard my vows? I could really use a favor”
A thousand more hours had strung along The magician given more than they could handle Found himself at the alter Offering
song and a candle Fear no longer filled his heart The yearning for the city faded There were days the magician forgot his own name
A thousand more hours wilted by Potion’s process prolonged by the magician’s critical eye
The thought of the king’s life would often cross his mind And his years as a helper to many a crown Generations of history left behind….
“He shall abide before God forever” Magician would mumble in his sleep “O prepare mercy and truth which may preserve him” “From the wolves who dress as sheep….”
So many hours had passed Magician’s will ignited once more Singing songs with happy heart Songs the heavens would adore
Understanding came to him in time Understanding however would vary Though it was the name of the potion And the power it would forever carry
That magician of many unseen friends Would daily perform many vows May the creator of this humble magician
Writing notes always with his nose close to his work Forcing
himself to have his bones always in his home O
his mighty tower of a home
~X~
The long rainy days is what magician remembers most As many more hours did he shepherd towards “Magician’s Brew #1” Inside contents of which magician shall not want released to the city quite yet Though he was not upset Nor
did he fret
The humbled magician makes the mellow days pass Able
to lie down in green pastures without fear Since “Magician’s Brew #1” was now here
Often the Magician Was lead by intuition Letting all the doubt fade from their mind With inner peace now easy to find
Beside the still waters did he lay Along
the hills did magician play Mending body and soul He learned more about the brew he had made In which helped him once again feel whole
The paths of which he now walked The places he visited that were filled with such righteousness As for his Magician’s Brew #1 He learned how not only his former city Could be blessed by such a blend Although his name never saw itself on the side Of a bottle of his powerful magician’s brew For the sake of his privacy
Yea Though the magician Walks through the valley Of the shadow of death The magician will fear no evil
For thousands of hours were poured into sacred art Never
there be worry for when magician would depart And memories forming a happy tear in his eye
When magician appeared in city and town They learned to cheer when he came around Like a metal rod that would clang All were drawn to the sound of his name
And when he strolled by with his brew Thy
look of joy was always true! Even though the magician had bottles instead of a staff Those who were blessed by the brew They learned to find comfort in the mesmerizing potion Offered
always out of kindness rather than profit Thousands of hours prepared the skilled and talented magician No matter at a table before sick village elders Or merely in the presence of passing travelers in the land The magician always had a brew to offer
He won over hearts and minds Even of those once considered his enemies
The magician ordered under divine law Anointed stoic and mysterious healing Within each bottle he handed to the masses
Head held high With oil slicking back his hair Many the magician healed Thus magician’s cup runneth over with flair
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow this merry magician Throughout all the days of his merry life
And interestingly enough Would you be willing to believe That beloved magician Still
dwells in the house of the hills
Loved and respected by denizens of all walks All report of the magician with happy talks About how forever they are in his debt For the kindness he shared They will never forget
May the magician get his rest Thanking
the Creator of this ongoing blessing Though creation was rough when testing The Magician confessed it was fun
A petition in his heart remained That all be blessed with all that entails Of the brew made with love for his fellow man Magician’s passion never fails
Pieces of cork in his palm 23 new bottles made in a day Now and forever Magician never worried about pay
~X~
“May the creator of this art be blessed!” many cheered Upon their first and only bottle With all three blessings within the brew Blessing now and forever All who felt it knew it to be true
“May all who be ready” “For This blessing of sacred art” Magician would pray over bottles of brew With safe motives always pure in heart “Also be blessed with good fortunes” “All three blessings here to last”
“Now and Forever”
Thus is the tale of Magician’s Brew #1 And how a story of misfortune Turned into adventure Spun into fun © 2024 Kane HagwoodAuthor's Note
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