Signs

A poem about magic (hint: majic=good magic, magick=bad magic).

Five above and six beneath,
The most powerful one rules hill and heath.

Flames in the hearth, a wild forest fire,
Even the most forceful cannot tame the tiger.

Bright as a lightbulb, bright as a sun,
The star is not the most powerful one.

Stone alone shall strongly stand,
When friends have fallen, a broken band.

Water is special, a certain kind,
The magick will try to take her mind.

The leaves on the trees, a flower rises
Forest is ready to turn and devises.

Wind blowing, wind rushing,
Those who obey are swiftly gushing.

Moon’s unique power, disguised a blessing,
Will bring him great pain and mind messing.

The clue to the riddle is hidden inside,
One who has not found her majic will quickly decide.