The Magic

I manipulate dreams and I weave nightmares around nightmares.
I will utter your presence and behold that which transpires.
I will venture to the plains of yore and capture the essence of a dying flame.
I shall carry it with me to the ends of the Earth and to the end of my days.
I ride upon wings of darkness sowing the seeds of evil.
Yet, I ride with the wings of angels, raining miracles down upon you.
Some of you are blind as to what I am and
there are those of you who will never behold the truth.
I cast open these portals unto you. The choice of passage is yours.
How do you enter? In perfect love and in perfect trust --
or blinded by the brume of hate?
See me for what I am and not what the legends have told you.
Open your eyes, and seek the truth in your own way.
I can make you happy or I can tear you apart.
I am the usurper of the future.
I am the equalizer of faith.
I am . . . the Magic.