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