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Ritual
by Brian Francis
Runes and rhymes and fires smoke
sands drawn out, a careful rite
enticing ancient powers to come
Magic cast on the darkest night
circles chant and wander around
words as old as the sound of birds
they cast almost a warbling sound
round upon round of ancient words
Flames of blue and red and white
dance in the eyes a billowing flash
An energy builds with the final rite
Falling silent prostrate on the ground
11/08/2017 Posted on 11/08/2017
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/21/17 at 07:44 PM I tried that when my phone crashed; since than, all my texts have morphed into runes. I guess human nature has lost touch with its mother. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/22/17 at 05:39 PM Bewitching...Happy belated Halloween Brian. |
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