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Magick
In the blackest of black magick the
Coven danced widdershins around
With airy, fairy, lightest of steps
Feet barely touching the ground.
And as the magick deepened
And with goodness facing a rout
The blackness intensified as one
By one stars started flickering out.
The Maker of Makers decided
It would no longer tease
And switched the stars back on
With the greatest of ease.
To add more humiliation
To the once moving ring,
With the coming of dawn
The first birds began to sing..
The dancing Coven faltered
To conserve energy for when,
On the next All Hallows' Eve,
They could all try once again.
Coven danced widdershins around
With airy, fairy, lightest of steps
Feet barely touching the ground.
And as the magick deepened
And with goodness facing a rout
The blackness intensified as one
By one stars started flickering out.
The Maker of Makers decided
It would no longer tease
And switched the stars back on
With the greatest of ease.
To add more humiliation
To the once moving ring,
With the coming of dawn
The first birds began to sing..
The dancing Coven faltered
To conserve energy for when,
On the next All Hallows' Eve,
They could all try once again.
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Magick
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