Mithril

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Mithril's Garden of Verses Nr. Mid B

What can come of magic cast?
How does magic aim to last.
What do we do with the prize
That magic is akin to lies?

Let us be sure that magic has
Two sides to which we turn, alas.
If magic be like lies we see
How can it be a good to me?

Magic is not free of all
It must be measured by tall
Wills, perfect free of men
By intel that lies not our ken.

One steward of our magic reach
Is that it not belay the reach
Of natural lore, of Newton's best
Of Einstein, Mach, and all the rest.

Think us for a moment on
The fearsome tracts of Faustus gone
Wishing to break nature's bonds
Calls only his own destruction cons.

A similar case in Frankenstein
He tries to cheat death, yours and mine.
His handiwork produces Cain
The evil soul, not nature's main.

The Touchstone of good magic be
A harmony with our sand and sea
A love of our most aged roam
With wisdom make it trim and home

Mithril's Garden of Verses Nr. 41

Today I offer prayers for Bill
Daddy best for Shak' and Dyl'
(Shaka and Dylan)
Long COVID suffers, topped by shrill
Birth defect on hearty hill

Pray for Bill and Esther too,
Constant loved dear companion
Battle hard to not be blue.
Dismal thought, begone, shun.

Bill swallows mighty mini cam
Track the gut from stem to stern
All to verify the safety man,
Of open heart defect remend.