Perseverance A lifetime of work and it comes to this
Dedicated perseverance to commune with the
Gods
My Art suffers, something is amiss
Somewhere sacred I've unwarily trod My wand will no longer summon them
My sphere no longer speaks
It's as if on a whim
I've been reduced from mighty to meek Perhaps I've committed some vain indiscretion
Displeased the Overlords somehow
Might I have acted without direction
To cause them to desert me now? There is nowhere I can turn for advice
No muse to impassion me to success
If only I could pay some proverbial price
Or pass some mystical test I know I cannot leave all my work behind
And join the dance of everyday life
Face the average tasks, my soul would unwind
It would annihilate me, all the strife Somehow I know I must go forth alone
If I seek to be a Magus
And possess the true philosophers stone
Before my tired body seeks the Sarcophagus —Dawn E. Lacey | 
