Aleister Crowley, a name known so well,
With magic and mystery, a story to tell.
His teachings and spells, both dark and divine,
Still captivate the minds of those who refine.
The Great Beast, a moniker he'd earned,
His mystical power, forever to be yearned.
From the East and the West, he learned their ways,
Combining their knowledge, in his own unique blaze.
With tarot cards and incantations,
He delved into the realm of imagination.
Chanting the names of ancient gods,
He sought to invoke the power of their rods.
The magic of Crowley, forever will shine,
A beacon of mystery, in an ever-changing time.
His legacy lives on, a tale so grand,
Of a man who wielded magic, with a flick of his hand.
So let us raise a glass, to this wizard so bold,
Who cast his spells, with wisdom and gold.
For the magic of Crowley, will forever endure,
A symbol of power, that we can all assure.
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