A mystic poem I’ll write to you 
for you to read through and through
For in its verses are hidden clues 
for spiritual advancement and to amuse

First let’s look up to the stars 
from beautiful Venus to fiery Mars
Who rule the each in their separate houses 
cast their influence upset the dowsers

On to circles made of stone 
sit within and feel at home
Waiting for the divine proof 
realize that they forgot the roof

Have you ever cast the Runes 
should it only be done in June
or in the shadow of the full moon 
do they only forecast doom

Then to Magic it’s quite queer 
how they make things disappear
Only to come back somewhere else 
is it the Fairies  Pixies or Elf

Flying Saucers there’s the thing 
are the responsible for corn circle rings
Or are they only flights of fantasy 
excuse me while I raid the pantry

And then to tarot it‘s in the cards 
the secrets of life do not discard
Even the fool must play his part 
but discerning what must be an art

All these mysteries and even trance 
all point in one direction that’s to France
Are the powers trying to restore the balance
or just leading us a merry dance

On then to the candles power 
different colours some scented with flowers
Wax set straight up in eerie towers 
keepers of light they burn for hours

Look then to Egypt for a sign 
find deep in the roots of Ancient SION
Four Gods initials in hidden depths  
those of Seth Isis Osiris Nepthys

How many more mysteries hidden before 
as we eat wisdoms apple to the core
And just as we reach for the pip 
Adam and Eve arrive by spaceship

Then there is always fate 
to someone somewhere today’s the date
Maybe it’s the finding of ones soulmate 
or ones demise   Oh do have faith