An Occult poem

Black against the night.

Visions of war,
left me in awe,
what I saw,
opened the door.

Power in the darkness,
beyond all conciousness,
an end to meekness,
towering like a fortress.

A battle of minds
against evil kinds,
gathering power,
to begin the hour.

From crystal to candle,
we wear the mantle,
the war finds,
it,s own elite minds.

© 2021 JAMES