~ 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.
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