I have been as fire
that furls into the wide air
and like gods inspires;
I have been as no care
or the verities of delight
that redeem the past,
and I have seen insight,
but never have I cantrips cast.
In my heart was woe,
that sang as sirens sweet songs,
I have been as low
as a man who has wrongs,
and the truth is that I am flesh
and like flesh must last
a moment’s swift impress,
but never have I cantrips cast.
And my woe was mist
that blinded eyes and chilled wills
till all hope was missed
and the remnants were ills,
but the truth is that I am frail
and to failure cast,
so know I must then fail,
but never have I cantrips cast.
In this misted world,
seductive evil calls all
as does silver, pearls,
to be weak and to fall,
but the truth is that I am weak
and my will won’t last
and evil spells may speak,
but never have I cantrips cast.