Mystic Mister

Mystic mister

With bright green eyes

And hearts of gold

You number the glass jars

In your sanctuary

Mystic mister

With fire in your tongue

And lips of iron

You place the elixir

Next to your bedside

Waiting for the morning light

Mystic mister

With long dark arms

And locks of rose

You change your name

And identity 

With every passing day

This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was to Use fire, mystic, and identity in prose or poetry. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination.

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