Curled Magic Poem by Kevin Patrick II

The stars have burned out
And there's nothing left to reach
Hopes hanging on rope
And only the serpents preach
Ice grows in the eyes of a dying sun
Closing his eyes when the future is done




There's no pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
But Pigs always fly
When your down on skid row
The Angels quit its job on my shoulder
Only demons speak getting ever bolder


Theres no more wishes
At the bottom of the well
Witches are my muses
And im under their dry spell
The light at the tunnel is only a train
I'm heading towards it cause this world's insane


Use to believe there was magic in the world
But now I've growing up and the magic is curled