(Read Magic here and Mischief here.  Read the original Life, Magic, Mischief poem here.)

Even Death loves Life
So you know there’s something to it.
A thing I cannot write
So I need you to intuit.

A thing that rings in slaves and kings,
A thing that sings on flaming wings,
A thing that brings full nothings
That could be everything.

Find your love and laughter,
Don’t wait for Ever After
To finally maybe sometime arrive.
Forget living,
Let’s be too alive.