Magickian By Dawn E. Lacey I fear not the hooded shadow
That follows my every step
I fear not the wicked lawless things
That think me not intrepid I have no heart for folly at loss
Of things mundane and nonsensical
I cannot be strayed from the fiery path
That ignites my true will, and shines upon my
destiny I am capable of lust, but not of kind thought
Malice nor integrity, do I labor upon
Nor will I trust a foolish heart
I will not be detained by the insignificant I am the Magus, the true Magickian
I am the joy within the heart of the Fool
I am the experience and wisdom of the Hermit
I am the materialization of the hopes of the
World I am the inborn power of the High Priestess
I am the sullen dignity of the Hierophant
I am the eternal change of the synthesis that is
Death
I am the unconquerable pride that is Strength Be kind to the old Magickian
Who, by chance, may cross your path
Give to this wanderer your undying loyalty
And perhaps, to you, she will release
The wisdom of the Ages —Dawn E. Lacey | 
