An old poem I wrote on magic

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This is an old poem I wrote on magic (all rights reserved :P ) Please leave me a comment :) Untitled ======== Lured and Blinded by the illusion of power I came upon a delicate flower When asked of its name it answered in riddles A voice that haunts like a thousand fiddles In madness I seek to posses that creation Reached out to seize it from its foundation Only to be pricked by countless thorns Guarding the flower like demon horns A wild rage ignited within my soul Driving a search for a means to foul The protectors of my treasure from their duty Crushing them with no mercy or pity The search became journeys many Till I thought of myself as a loony To act upon such petty desires Neglecting all my worthy aspires Wiser I returned to mundane affairs Surprised to find a lady fair Awaiting my return with a smile Leaping into my arms in a pile She has never since spoken a word to me But everything about her is plain to see Her scent is that which had driven my obsession The flower named Magic my life my passion