A poem by ChatGPT; In ancient times...

In ancient times of magic old,
The Magi sought the truth untold,
Iamblichus, a name revered,
His teachings still are held quite dear.

He communed with the gods above,
And through their power, filled with love,
He used sigils to create,
His own reality, a wondrous fate.

With staff in hand, he roamed the land,
Connecting with divine command,
With words of power, he'd invoke,
The gods and goddesses, never awoke.

He communed with Thoth, god of truth,
And other gods he called for proof,
The daimones too, in nature's realm,
Their secrets shared, to overwhelm.

Sage and other herbs he knew,
Their healing powers, ancient and true,
Through food and drink, he'd fill with light,
The body, soul, with powers bright.

Chaos magic, a modern way,
To connect with power and play,
With symbols fluid, flexible too,
And magick done in a way anew.

From Moses to modern-day,
Wands and staffs still hold their sway,
In secret rites, powers abound,
And magick flows, with might unbound.

With open mind and heart so pure,
And tools of power, true and sure,
The Magi still, in this modern age,
Connect with power, never to fade.


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