Between soft clouds of puffed white warmth
Copper of Venus, iron of Mars
weaving magic webs of gold
in shimmering stars.
Tin of Jupiter, lead of Saturn
weapons...brewed in magic broth
against the fates and death.
Hush whispered words in tones of drunkeness
MAGIC...the practise of valued ends.
In thralls of spasm
muscle, bone and flesh succumb
signed with kisses from death's cold lips.
An exit wind to ride upon
The bargaining is done.
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