Where has all the magic gone
lost behind or lost along?
a victim of the pulse of our society
don't you miss the ancient times
the riddles and the subtle signs
a relative perspective on reality
I get stronger in the splendor
of a lucid moon, like a
mysterious creature of the night.
All my demons cast a spell,
souls in the mist are rising up from the ashes.
So the book of shadows will tell,
the weak will always obey their master.
I'm heading for the dragons lair
another time and a different sphere.
I leave the nothingness behind,
and when our sense of logic yields
I'll escape the outer shields
into the universal mind.
I get stronger in the splendor
of a lucid moon.
Only the night
can heal my wounds.
©infj-loki
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