Poem: A Magician's Job

The entities which the Magician had contact with;
Those he created to some extent (Demons and Spells).
Those who existed outside of him
and this world (Spirits of the Dead).
Those that existed which were so huge
that he was a part of them (Orisha and Archtypes of Nature).

These entities,
the Magician did not know which one's,
seemed to like to fool him,
to play with him.
Sometimes this ended with
wonderful, exotic, surprises.
But more often the surprises
were aweful and horrific,
or just mudanely frustrating and sad.
They all seemed to be for a purpose.
Like breaking the Magician's radio,
so he was forced to think,
forced to see,
forced to listen,
to the invisible world around him.

Because that's a Magician's job
and there is no weekend or Holliday,