THE MAGIC BOOK
written with love
He paced around the copper bowl,
from where he'd make his magic whole.
With eldrich book of spells in hand,
he spoke words the from ancient land.
The book was bound in dragon's skin,
inscribed with writing sanguine,
he'd studied ten months and a day,
to translate the strange grimore.
He'd gathered over many years,
across both earthly hemispheres,
rare items for the magic brew,
from Amazon to Katmandu.
From Bird of Paradise, a tail,
tongue from albino nightingale,
fresh silk from glowworm's green cocoon,
a Mandrake root dug at full moon.
A pure black pearl from deepest sea,
the leeward moss from ironwood tree,
red lotus from the Nile's source,
sweet honey from the land of Norse.
A whisker from a vampire bat,
a dram of musk from civet cat,
from Everest's peak a small grey rock,
clear water from yon Scottish loch.
With silver rod he mixed it round,
then soon his true love would be found,
from recipe so odd and queer,
his perfect woman would appear.
Soft skin of alabaster white,
and hair as dark as blackest night,
eyes that flash both green and blue,
with sweet full lips of ruby hue.
Full rounded hips she would be blessed,
two long slim legs and ample breast,
warm gentle smile to charm the sea,
a voice to sing earth's harmony.
At last the final words he spoke,
and from the cauldron rose blue smoke,
he stood quite still with mouth agape,
as the cloud condensed in human shape.
And soon she stood in fullest form,
her eyes so bright, her flesh so warm,
then to her conjurer did speak,
with all her feminine mystique.
"I've been trapped ten-thousand years,
within this magic Book of Seers,
for one whose love was true, I'd wait,
to save me from my dreadful fate."
"I'll pledge you my undying love,
be matched to you like hand and glove,
forever now our souls are one,
our hearts will burn bright as the sun."
And as they walked off hand in hand,
to start a new life great and grand,
they scarcely cast a backward look,
as fire consumed the magic book.
