One Blessed Night

~ Deep in the shadowed forest her magic wove through the night, illuminating ancient secrets with every graceful gesture. ~ Ring Time Knitted words and chants that rise, the dead and living just the same Antler horns born of bone and velvet there is never room for shame inside a forest of dreams and wander, magic never misses the train Light and fire spark and pop, magic cantrips ancient secrets in disguise she incants you and recants you tales of old within her eyes holding tenures of one blessed night, the Sacred Owl spies.