That thru mental, soulful motions,
In the heart do undulate,
And these soft, poetic words,
Can propel to outer space,
Tinged with such vivid emotions,
Enthralling, the human race.
These Magicians are not always,
A reflection of their words,
Some of them do hide malicious,
Bad intentions, black sheep herds.
Just because you are a Poet,
Does not make you be, a Saint,
So pay very close attention,
Even poets have pretensions,
And great human disaffections,
Off the Pedestals they fall,
They were Not gods, after All!