Magick pours out over my hands
Flicker of the candle on the nightstand
watch the door open and see her silhouette
An angeled beauty I have no regret
Hear the thunder, feel the rain
In the night, no more pain
as she comes to light
and comes down on me like a hurricane
Feel the chill and then the warmth
Make her real in your realm
Feel the lightning in the storm
Feel her spirit in yourself.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Magick pours out over my hands
Flicker of the candle on the nightstand
watch the door open and see her silhouette
An angeled beauty I have no regret
Hear the thunder, feel the rain
In the night, no more pain
as she comes to light
and comes down on me like a hurricane
Feel the chill and then the warmth
Make her real in your realm
Feel the lightning in the storm
Feel her spirit in yourself.
her,apparition
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