The witching hour approaches Sparkle does the moon in the black black sky The scent of incense wafts in through my window My candle flickers, then the flame doth die What magic is about-- on this still and quiet night? I can feel the power and the strength, but am not consumed by fright A tingle up my spine and goosebumps cover my flesh Chanting; barely audible, but there none the less North South East West Come clouds of darkness That embrace the light And cloak the moon That seeks the refuge of the night.
Reason for writing:
You never know what's happening just around the corner.
Birth sign: Aries
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