A hero with no riches, yet with tales of old.
A journey of strength with foes to foretell,
A path of fate that leads to a hidden well.
A savage fight to earn his right,
The blade of sword a power to ignite.
Beyond the gates of time and space,
A new destiny, a new plight in place.
A barbarian, a man of strength and might,
The allegory of his story, a great delight.
Conan, the brave, the tough and strong,
His legend will live on in this timeless song.
Mysterious and bright, a world of magic and spells,
Where witches and wizards use their magical spells.
Where brooms fly high, and wands weave magic charms,
The power of magic brings the world to life in its arms.
From the potions that cure and the spells that attack,
Every spell and charm adds a unique kind of track.
From the stones of Hermione to the wand of Voldemort,
The wizarding world's full of fantastic stories untold.
The magical creatures and the sorcerer's stone,
The horror of Voldemort's death and the power of Dumbledore's wand.
The Chamber of Secrets and the Philosopher's Stone,
Unlock secrets of magic and cast powerful spells of unknown.
The magic of Harry Potter brings joy to our heart,
The power of the spells gives us strength to restart,
The power of the spells to battle dark arts,
The spell of the wand to save the world from its end.
From ages passed, beyond this world
The Necronomicon its secrets holds
In ancient tongues its pages speak
Of arcane things no mortal should seek
Cthulhu, the Great Old One
Dreaded by some and worshipped by some
He who sleeps beneath the waves
In R'lyeh, his sunken city of graves
From the stars they came, these dreaded beings
To leave their mark on earth and seas
Their unspeakable horror through our dreams
Remembered by mankind with screams
The secrets of the ancients, they will share
But too much knowledge can be a burden to bear
For those that cross the forbidden line
Will find themselves in a world of fear and fright
Listen closely to the words of the Necronomicon
For they can save you, if only you listen well
But beware, for the more you know
The more you may find yourself in peril.
The Mystical Order of the Rosicrucian
A secret society of serene wisdom
A place of mystery and dreams, a home
Where knowledge and spiritual freedom roam.
The Order of Rosicrucian bring us all
A force of enlightenment, they rise and fall
Through their ancient knowledge, they share the truth
And guide us on the path of light and youth.
They offer us the keys to understanding life
From this knowledge, we learn and strive
To walk the path of higher consciousness
And through meditation, to be at our best.
The Order of Rosicrucian, we say our thanks
For teaching us of mysteries and ancient ranks
The wisdom and secrets that you impart
A journey of exploration in the heart. 
Lost in a world of illusions and lies,
Leaving us wondering what's real in the skies.
The truth is shrouded in a fog of woe,
The Matrix holds the answers we need to know.
We're stuck in a cycle of doubt and fear,
Living in a dream that's hard to steer.
Questions arise that can't be solved,
But the Matrix is the key, it's been involved.
A world of mystery, a world of pain,
The Matrix holds the answers, but it's hard to gain.
But don't give up, don't give in,
For the Matrix will lead us to the end.
So take a chance, take a leap,
For the Matrix can give us relief.
The truth can be hard to face,
But the Matrix holds the answer to the chase. 
We are the knights, of the sacred order
Our mission, to protect, to serve and to honor
The principles of faith, of courage and might
Guiding us, in the darkest of night.
We wear the cross, upon our breast
A symbol of our quest
To defend the weak, and bring peace to the land
With sword in hand, and a heart of a man.
We march to battle, with determination and grace
Defying the odds, and withstanding the test
For we are the Templars, a brotherhood strong
With a purpose, that lasts, forever long.
We live by the code, of chivalry and pride
Striving for justice, and for those who reside
In fear and oppression, we bring the light
With honor and valor, shining bright.
So let us stand, as one united band
With our principles, as a guiding hand
For the Templars, shall always endure
With a legacy, that shall forever be pure.
We stand as brothers, united in a bond
Our principles, a beacon that beyond
Guides us on a journey, to become
The best version of ourselves, under the sun.
The tools we wield, symbols of our faith
Build us up, shaping a brighter way
To help our fellow man, with hand and heart
A shining example, a work of art.
We seek knowledge, in truth and light
And strive to do what's right
To live with honor, with dignity and grace
And leave a legacy, in a world full of hate.
For the mason, life's a journey not a race
To be kind, to love, to help and to embrace
The principles that guide us, every day
To make this world a better place.
So let us walk, hand in hand
On a path that leads to a better land
With the teachings of the Craft, as our guide
We'll build a future, where love can abide.
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.
Eight rules of love, a guide to find,
A heart that's true, and peace of mind,
A journey worth taking, step by step,
To find the love that makes us freer than we've ever been.
First rule, believe, have faith in love,
For it's the magic from above,
That brings us joy and happiness,
And fills our hearts with tenderness.
Second rule, be open to new,
Embrace the change, see what's true,
For love can come from unexpected places,
And bring new meaning to our lives and spaces.
Third rule, let go of fear and pain,
And trust that love will come again,
For every heartache leads to growth,
And helps us find what we're seeking, both.
Fourth rule, be kind and understand,
For love requires a gentle hand,
To nurture and to guide it through,
And bring it to a brighter hue.
Fifth rule, communicate with care,
And listen well, be always there,
For love depends on open hearts,
And honest words to play their parts.
Sixth rule, respect each other's space,
And give the room to grow in grace,
For love requires space to flourish,
And grow into a bond that nourishes.
Seventh rule, be patient, hold on tight,
For love will weather every night,
And bring new light to every day,
And guide us to a brighter way.
Eighth rule, let go when it's time,
And trust that love will always shine,
For every love must come to an end,
And make room for a love that's truer, and friend.
These are the eight rules of love,
A guide to find, keep, and let it go,
For love is the greatest gift of all,
And brings us closer to each other, big or small.
In stillness, I sit and ponder,
Thinking of a word that's under
Appreciation, often spare,
But holds a power beyond compare.
It speaks of emptiness and space,
A void to fill at our own pace,
A room for something new to grow,
A chance for life to put on show.
Spare time, a gift beyond measure,
For dreams to come alive with pleasure,
A chance to slow down and be still,
And find the joy that time can fulfill.
It speaks of generosity and care,
Of offering a helping hand to share,
A kindness that can change a life,
And bring a smile through trouble and strife.
So let us cherish this word spare,
And use it well, with thought and care,
For in its emptiness, we'll find,
A wealth of possibilities combined.
On a summer's day, in nineteen sixty-nine,
Man took his first step, on a distant shore line.
The moon, a place once thought out of reach,
Was now a stepping stone, for man to breach.
With every step, a giant leap for all,
The first man on the moon, he stood tall.
The world below watched, with bated breath,
As history was made, with a giant step.
The flag was planted, with a proud salute,
A symbol of man's ambition, his pursuit.
Of knowledge, of strength, of all that's true,
On a barren rock, a million miles from blue.
And now, as we look upon that dusty moon,
We are filled with wonder, and a sense of boon.
For the first man on the moon, he paved the way,
For all mankind to reach, for what we may.
So let us remember, that fateful day,
When man took a step, on a distant shore lay.
For it's a symbol of all that we can be,
With courage, and strength, and our wildest dream.
Pearl Harbor, oh what a sight,
A day that changed the course of might.
The skies were calm, the waters still,
But terror struck with a deadly skill.
The bombs rained down, the ships did burn,
The smoke and fire, a painful turn.
Men bravely fought, but couldn't win,
Their courage lost in the attack's din.
The lives lost, a heavy toll,
The nation shook, with a heart full of woe.
But from the ashes, a fire did rise,
A spirit of strength that met the skies.
The attack on Pearl Harbor we'll never forget,
A tragic chapter, in history's debt.
We honor the brave, who fought that day,
Their sacrifice, a debt we'll repay.
So let us remember, the toll it took,
And vow to keep our freedom, forever unshook.
Pearl Harbor, a symbol of our might,
A reminder of a day, that changed the light.
A day to celebrate our freedom, hoorah!
Fireworks light up the sky, oh what a display
As we gather with friends and family to pray
For the heroes who fought for our independence
And the bravery they showed in defense
Of our nation, the land of the free
With liberty and justice for all, that’s the decree
We celebrate with pride and joy
The memories of the brave girls and boys
Who fought for our rights, our cause
And with each year, their memory still holds
So let us come together, hand in hand
With gratitude for this great land As we celebrate our independence day
On the Fourth of July in the USA!
In secret, Bansky paints his heart,
A message to the world, a work of art.
A spray can in hand, a rebel's tool,
Bringing to life, his thought so cool.
His work speaks truth, a voice of the street,
Challenging norms, with a message so neat.
Society's issues, he puts on display,
A commentary, that makes us all weigh.
From rats to balloon girls, his images bold,
A commentary, that never grows old.
His art provokes, and sparks debate,
A call to action, it's never too late.
His identity a mystery, yet his work known,
His street art, forever, will be shown.
Bansky's art, a symbol of hope,
Inspiring change, and helping us cope.
So here's to Bansky, the artist so wise,
Bringing color to our lives, with his streetwise disguise.
In a world of shadows and intrigue, Where secrets lie and capers take seed, There strides a man of cunning and flair, With lupine grace...
