Pen and Paper, Fire and Wind...
now let the magical,
mystical begin...
Let the Spirits move me,
bring the peace
I need to me.
Let the Evil pass
around and not
through me,
leaving only bone
and tattered clothes...
For who knows what
will show through in
the moonlight
as the trees creak and groan
and you find yourself alone
with bitter memories,
empty heart
and knees shaking
from running full bore
through the woods in the dark...
What spark is that
moving in the distance?
A ray of hope, perhaps
or St. Elmo's Fire
coming to fulfill my one desire...
Can you guess my wish?...
May 21, 20145
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