This is a poem that I have just started to write. It's in the early draft stages, but I thought that it could be fun to share it now and then again when it's finished. The poem is about the word magic and it's meaning, as well as its history. It's just in the early stages and has a long way to go, but I think that it has a lot of potential in the future.
Magic
Rituals
Potions
Spells
The mystical world of magic
That has existed since the beginning
Hand-in-hand with science and religion
Has shaped the world as we know it
Call it witchcraft
Sorcery
Wiel
Demerlayk or dweomercraft
Magic is something
That everyone knows of
Some fear it
While others embrace it
Everything around us is magical
In some way
Whether you can see it or not
As the stories say
Or something different
The world around us is
Full
Of
Magic