BEYOND LOGIC

In shadows of night, superstitions rise,

A force beyond logic, that we surmise.

Tales of black cats, ladders and mirrors,

Beliefs that spread, from ancient eras.

Knocking on wood, to avert any harm,

Avoiding cracks, lest we cause alarm.

Broken mirrors, bring seven years bad,

Clovers with four, make us a tad glad.

Walking under ladders, spells disaster,

Numbers like thirteen, make us fluster.

Magpies in pairs, bring good luck,

But a single one, muddles things up.

These beliefs, ingrained in our minds,

By generations passed, through various kinds.

Fostering fear, or fostering hope,

Superstitions abound, as traditions cope.

Logic and reason, may deem them untrue,

But superstitions, have powers anew.

In times of uncertainty, fear or dread,

May be a charm, by which we are led.