Let all the magic flow
Into a little crazy book I know.
Let my mind’s greatest fears
Relieve our listeners and reader’s leers.
Oh, how crazy is the thought
Of a magic witch hunt in the spot
Where my ears had seen
Such delusional nonsense to preen.
Oh, make it so, that this little delusional book I know
Takes up all the magic in the land.
Let my books be fair and grand
To help our peoples of the land.
Let them see and read and fuss
And be thrilled by my stories’ rust.
Oh, please absolve me from the sin
Of looking at those pages grim.
Send all the magic into that book
Of fairies, orcs and goblin spooks.
I say, it is all a lie
Simple fairy tales are meant to scry
Into our hopes, our dreams our failings.
They are not meant to cause our railings.
Forget me not! Read my tales
As words that help heal our fails.
Let all the magic flow into there
A little book, a little tear
A little wrinkle of failing ail.
For a desperate monster is this
Book of lies and lustful tricks.
Stay away, let the magic stay…
Please, let my tales be light and gay.
Not to be believed, but rather a farce
To help the subconscious defecate
Its deepest fears in the dark.
For magic is delusional thoughts
Magical thinkings make the brain rot.
Let my books be nice and hearty
Not a magical word spoken tardy.
Let my words be simple tales
Which help my readers feel, so frail
That our sins need washed and bleached
Let the magic go into another book
Not mine, which are so meek.