I think this is the most rhyming poem you will ever get out of me and that's saying something. That said, I love this poem.
Could we ever comprehend you
The poet of magic
Without finding you oh so tragic?
Abracadabra in a moment of duress
Cannot the loving thought of a mother caress?
This night we are feeling rather restless
Could we ever be as complex as we were as children?
Loving each other without pointless predetermination
Could we ever best this?
The eyes of the maker of the bloody watchtower
Could never see what we chose to devour
The heart severed open upon the spikes
The boy without fear of the end of his life
Cast out the dragons of fantasy and lore
A bit of advice to you abhorrent creature
Fly out, let her through and do not seek her!
Weakened and strained our ligaments pulled strange
Avoiding the future by ignoring the deranged
As we embark on a journey to seek not destroy
That rugged path to the future must not preclude us
The path of enlightenment must always elude us
Because the powers that be are not you or me
They are hidden behind vast centuries
Of those who would dilute us
Wake up to the passion
Come up to the game
Clark Kent isn’t Superman without a Lois Lane
So we aren’t gods tonight
Can we justify the death of our species to preserve wildlife?
Is the world upside down?
Somehow we must see that
The game cannot be played
Where you are the prey composing your fate
Can it be ratified
That we join in spirit to never die?
Should we ever get to know you
Oh great maestro of magic?
Without creating something catastrophic
May humanity never be condemned
May we enter our dreamworld and suspend
The thoughts of those who hate us