The Spell Caster

Missing your midnight 

Embrace

With Mother Moon 

Crying to

With beams

Of bright moonlight

Show you the way

Beseeching you 

To lookup 

In her glorious night sky

To see her clouds

Slowly part and start to play 

To say

Come find

The old oak trees 

That she's commanded to sway

As she asks you to follow

That feeling

That you hear in your soul 

To help overcome

Your sorrow

Tomorrow 

That bids

You to go

Before our life ends

To find my invitation 

That glows 

Crimson and red

A burning fire

Where fireflies dance

In delight

Hoping 

You'd take the chance 

To conquer your butterflies and fight

With chants of

I seek love

Into the burning 

Pyre

So we can dance

Entwined

Just you

And me

To be 

Reunited

Under her

Decree

As this old world

Burns

So

Will

You step into the magic

circle

The one made

By the Midnight Moon

That's eternal

So 

We can wilfully

Sin

As we begin

With no rehearsal 

When our souls embrace our inner power

Compelled

By this spell

As the watching stars

Yell

In this very 

Hour

Underneath 

Mother Moon's

Midnight 

Witching hour

(C)

Copyright John Duffy