Finding Magic Poem by Bounty Hunter

Death is riding on my shoulder,
Wherever I go,
But he is warm as sun, soft as snow.

There is a halo on my head,
I know not why,
For when I do wrong, I cry and cry.

Hell is behind me,
Down Forbidden Road,
From which I've come, and dropped my load.

Heaven I can see,
Is so far ahead,
I'll make it there, once I'm dead.

But for now I'll walk, in its dim light,
Through the crossroads of fight or flight

Into the chaotic world of life,
Brimming with betrayal, pain and strife.

You prayed for magic,
Same as me,
Don't look, Just stop.
And then you'll see.