Life is too bitter, cold and full
of poisonous thorns
to survive
without help,
without something
to light the dark paths.
Without spells
to ward off the black abyss,
Spells
to keep
the dragons of despair
away.
But Magic
Is something
We must choose
to
Make
To create,
something
we must
struggle
and fight
everyday
to ignite.
And when
we do
manage
to light
the sparks,
we need other fires
to keep
ours bright.
We need
to keep
other magicians
close by,
to protect us
and to lend us their spells
when ours are lost
And hidden.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Life is too bitter, cold and full
of poisonous thorns
to survive
without help,
without something
to light the dark paths.
Without spells
to ward off the black abyss,
Spells
to keep
the dragons of despair
away.
But Magic
Is something
We must choose
to
Make
To create,
something
we must
struggle
and fight
everyday
to ignite.
And when
we do
manage
to light
the sparks,
we need other fires
to keep
ours bright.
We need
to keep
other magicians
close by,
to protect us
and to lend us their spells
when ours are lost
And hidden.
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