Wayward Wizard

(collab of Bliss and Prophet)


The wizard, found himself bound within a spell. He had been woven in.
He did not know when it had happened,
only that it had been going on for some time.
He was not a bad alchemist. He was noble of heart and spirit.
But long ago, he had lost control, and was woven within a spell.
Tied within a celtic knot within a celtic knot,
life had become a puzzle and a riddle to him.
He was not an evil man in any way,
but now he was giving over to irrational impulses,
endangering his honor and his soul,
let alone all that had been taken as a sacrifice for this spell.
He found himself bound within this spell, from which he could not get out,
His body and mind becoming controlled, by the power of the spell
And try as he might, he could not solve the puzzle in time
He just could not find a way to get himself free

Stuck in a snow globe always
Getting shuck encanting spells
Storms living growing
Once controlled gone unruly
The snow bites in wind whipped ice
...Sheets grow the magician's
Way lost his powers immense take the tide
Like weeds taking over the
Dark side has feasted on
The garden
Once under the snow globes
Glass dome
Stormy Beard's eyes unwieldily

He lost his power long ago,
when he allowed himself to be pulled about by other forces
Allowing entry into his body of the spirits of nature and sex,
he became a vessel for their whims and fancies.
Elementals of wind play fanciful games,
...spinning this man in circles and spirals,
and pulling him about for fun
Now They decide what's right and wrong, choosing for him.
They play sick little rituals of their own,
with this wizard as their sacrificial pawn.
Just in order to get their Queen into the enemy zone

Pleasuredom is his
Kingdom
Even if a little
Cube Left
Frae wirey
...Playing
Games
Always
Enticing
The maidens
Liking all
Sorts
Of
Love potions
Always
Looking
For rare ingredients
Like living coiling fossils
And fairy wing dust
Making wildest uninhibited
Uncontrollable dreams
Come true
Beardsy
Likes
Nothing
More
Than
Smiling
Dreaming
Large
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He has been tricked into perpetuating
the falsehood of this Maya, This illusion, and thus the spell
is using him to keep itself alive.
He has been toyed with into believing
that if he pays all his attention on the evil, repugnant parts of life,
his magic will help to eradicate this evil from happening,
and he will protect the innocent.
Just by focusing his power and attention
upon the truth of these purely evil acts
he truly believes he will stop them from happening.
The fallacy of his belief resides in where evil comes from.
This evil was not presented as a contract from the devil.
It is an evil that resides in the hearts of men.
Rape and power, and dominance and control
rob pure innocent souls of choice, truth, and purity.
The wizard watches on,
hoping to kick-start his spell of Karmic Justice before it is too late.
But it is always too late.
As one soul is saved,
women and children are being traded
into the "White Slave Trade"
And it's not about White or Black.
But it IS about right and wrong.
No matter the color or culture, people are being enslaved
and made to perform sex acts against nature
to feed the sick desires of men.
They will not stop.
This is not because they are animals,
there is something far more disturbing than animal behavior present here.
Inner demons are let loose to run amuck
amongst the innocent lambs who are being gathered
for the wholesale slaughter of innocence.
Once the wizard thought he could help,
to redirect the flow of Karma to where it should be,
to protect the innocent.
Now the demons that he is trying to tame in others
are coming alive within him as well.
He is a good man.
Yet he must tame his unnatural desires, for he is falling fast.
His stray thoughts are creating new horrors every waking moment.
Now he is just as trapped as the innocent souls.
And he wonders if we will ever be free.

Incessant the trudging
The walk so self
Entitling
Grandstanding
The hermits hand
...Become callused
The brain roots through
Fine grime
Fermented oats barley hops
Barreled served cold
Spirits shot aside
Doubling the intoxicant effect
Sending desires aflame
Enchanted needs to conjure
Spirits to kill the layers
Of misperceptions killing
The world impure