Dana Taylor Poet Rhyme

Later Than Witchcraft

The moon was high, the night was still,
The shadows danced against my will.
A whisper curled beneath the door,
Like something I had known before.
The candles bent, the cold wind sighed,
And something ancient stirred inside.
No spell was cast, no words were spoken,
Yet something old had come unbroken.
For magic lives where fear takes hold,
In whispered tales and secrets told.
It waits beyond what eyes can see,
In dreams that set the spirit free.
But witchcraft ends where truth begins,
Beyond the veil, beyond our sins.
For there are things no spell can bind,
No charm can cage, no curse confine.
And later still, when all is done,
When night gives way to morning sun,
I'll stand where darkness meets the light,
And know that I survived the night.
For what is feared may lose its power,
And what seems lost may bloom a flower.
The deepest magic, fierce and free,
Is finding who you're meant to be.
And if the shadows call my name,
I'll face them without fear or shame.
For even when the stars burn bright,
My soul belongs to more than night.

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Alison A Smith October 9, 2026 at 7:01 PM Your flowing rhyming couplets carry the poem gracefully from eerie uncertainty towards courage and self-discovery. The whisper beneath the door and bending candles create an atmospheric opening, while the closing declaration gives the journey a strong, uplifting sense of resolve.