Magic
Magic
Tick tock the wall clock
is keeping time
Wait, worry, wonder
spend another dime
Talk to my maker
about daily wonders
Discussing my behavior
and my hundred blunders
Lighting candles of white, gold, black
Fending off my demons trying to come back
Sigils for protection
drawn in the dust
Trusting my wards
is always a must
Speaking words of truth,
speaking words of power
Speak them loud with meaning
come the witching hour
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2021
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