The Full Moon lights the tor with a silvery glow
And as I lean upon my crooked staff
I make my way toward the top
Along the wild and ragged path
The wind swirls around me like enraged phantoms
Pushing me forward and back
With loose stones and pebbles
Trying to force me off the track
Finally I reach the altar on the hilltop
Not to worship any God
Instead to chant three secret words
To conjure the element named Gold
No need for smokescreens or magic mirrors
I just use nature’s basic four
Earth, Water, Air and Fire
And lead, of course, one more.
HASH TAG DISASTER!!!
I made the mistake of altering the theme back to a previous one, which caused all images to be stretched out of all proportion and look absolutely terrible. I tried to edit the image in this post, which took an age, and then the whole post vanished. With the post being published, it was no longer available in Live Writer, so I had to delve into my memory banks and try to recreate what I’d originally written. This captures the gist of the original post, although hastily written, but I feel some of the ‘magic’ in it is now missing.
At least I’ve learned a lesson or two. Never go back to an old theme, or take a copy of the post beforehand if I so must.
Apologies if you’ve seen a blank post whilst I was hastily trying to resolve this disaster.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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