magick poetry

Clock my magick eyesthat have dared to dream new realms, those open desertswhere my lion’s paw steps with ease.  I’ve come to claim my demons, to lay within the night,knowing it was nevermine to quit but love, and love again in will’s embrace.  Fashioning rituals with heavy perfume, bringing the sense to dance in the astral circle, moving clear through the rules you keep.  See my… Read more