She grinned, "Yeah, my mom was a priestess, and my best friend was being trained to be one as well. Umm, but what were the wizards and witches in your world like?" Alessa knew from experience that often times those with magic could be accused of being evil.
"My mom sometimes used to play these records; they weren't the type of songs that young children understand, but I liked listening to them when I was six-seven years old. She used to listen to a lot of Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and some other weird music."
She nodded, by this time she had finished her salad. "Yes, the poem is a strange one. I've read that some call it a satire. The other parts of the poems; an angel is sent to hell, and another angel becomes a devil. The whole thing is reversed; angels are arrogant, and the devils are holy. I don't know what he was getting at though."
"No, I once knew of a guy that spoke almost like you do. Not quite exactly, but he would always say things like, 'this ain't right', 'late on a gig, bud', 'I only smoke when I'm happy', things like that."