How long are you going
To keep up the charade?
I’m on to you–
You can’t raise the dead
Let alone awaken
Someone in a deep sleep
With your singsong spells
You can’t evoke a reaction
Let alone inspire someone
With mashed up word play
You can’t change minds
Let alone change the world
With recycled sonnets of summoning
The magic you use is
So formulaic so theoretical
You might have stolen it
From a failed astrology book!
Don’t you think it’s time
To give it all up and
Rejoin the monastery?
The Church misses you