Forbidden Magic

A poem about my intrest and fascination in Pagan magic.

The magic lies

Behind the glass

Guarded by barbed wire

And roses.

I feel the temptation

It's always there

Daring me to give it a chance.

The fascination, 

Takes a hold of my thoughts

Though I've already chosen my path.

But sometimes do I stray away

And the walk the one

With bricks of black

The rosary hangs from my neck

My fingers grasp the cross

The magic

Oh, it calls to me

And I must turn my back.

Reviews

[Sharkapillar]

I was catholic for twelve years and just recently began practicing Wicca behind my parents backs...I feel awful, but yet, I don't. It's amazing, the wonders you can do with it.

I loved the poem, the way it flowed,a nd your evident disappointment in the end. Amazing job.
~Blessed Be

[Sseoni]

What a great poem! It's really thought-provoking and interesting! When you mentioned rosary and cross, I immediately thought "religion". In some religions, the use of magic is forbidden. The temptation of magic is hard to resist and some cannot resist such temptation. Anyways, it was an awesome poem! I really liked it! :D