Dark Gothic Poetry by Matthew J. Beard
White magic
From a young,
Old lady
Shown in me a mysterious dark light from the stars.
From a fallen star
Wicked wicca
Some say Satan
Others say creation
Astrology born in me
For everyone to see
Two lions roared but did not fight tonight
Logic will say
What it may
And she may be lyin'
Or I might be that lion,
Roaring to Heaven's gates
While standing in Hell's fire
What was she saying?
What was she conveying?
If there is no evil,
Than why may there be a God?
If God and Satan are the same,
Why is there a need for such Hell?
And will I find my Aries soon if she is true?
Twin sisters,
Bipolar in attitude
Are one of the same.
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
Old Lady White Magic - Dark Gothic Poetry Wicca and the Celtic Connection