A magical poem:
With us it has been for a lifetime of years,
brought into the world by the Conjunction of the Spheres.
In nature its magnificent roots we find,
with the four elements of matter it is combined.
It is in the earth we walk upon,
and from a fire in our heart it is drawn.
It is in the air we breathe jovial and blithe,
with lifegiving water, it flows within us so very light.
Magic is the name of this incredible force,
within it you find Chaos to be the empowering source.
The simplest of magic can by most be commanded,
but the true power of wielding Chaos is only too Sources handed.
The force of Chaos finds its presence in the Intersections,
places only accessible by the Sources emotional directions.
You may think that magic is no more than a force, spell or curse,
that it only wishes you the best or the worst.
True be told magic is more than magic does,
its intention is defined by the cause.
It depends on the soul behind,
and what purpose the enchanter has in mind.
Behold magic is both Art, Chaos and Science,
a blessing, a curse and progress in an intertwined alliance.
It can be the Art that creates beautiful wonders,
or the Chaos that causes death upon us.
It can be the Science that answers the questions we cannot find,
yes, it can be whatever it is perceived by mankind.
So, you may dogmatize Chaos to be on a destructive mission,
and the Order to be in an endangered position.
Nevertheless, understand that magic is neither black nor white,
it is every shade of nature from dark to bright.