Poem: Magick Spell

"They say love is a form of magick, and I must say my love, you cast your spell well," My eyes alight with the moons erie glow, I place my hands upon a gravestone close to me, I close my eyes and imagine my sad life passing by ever so slow, After a moment, I slowly open my eyes and begin to see, My eyes open wider as I see you standing before me, Standing …

…feel eternal happiness as my arms embrace you, I ask for us to be together, you say maybe, but I feel you just might, Now I feel complete, separated no longer, my heart cannot count to two, As we sit by the tree together, The sun begins to chase away the moon, Even with the coming of day, I know we will last forever, Happiness will return, with the night that returns ever so soon...