Magic Spells

These twilight whispers conjure magic spells

as our restless ghosts dance 

These twilight whispers conjure magic spells

at day’s end spinning time into a trance

Night beckons as shadows slip against the silhouette of trees

as our restless ghosts dance 

We call upon childhood memories and times like these

when moonbeams become wishes in your hands

Night beckons as shadows slip against the silhouette of trees

in imaginary battles across exotic lands

A circle drawn in salt, a saving grace

when moonbeams become wishes in your hands

The air is static in this midnight space

chasing away morning’s light

A circle drawn in salt, a saving grace

A moment, a knowing, a fright

These twilight whispers conjure magic spells

chasing away morning’s light

These twilight whispers conjure magic spells

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay 

prompts: OctPoWriMo 2020 Day 27, Go Dog Go Café Tuesday’s Writing Prompt Challenge,

#zenverse

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