Candles surround the sacred ground,
A circle drawn nice and round,
A Rams horn burns in the fire,
A Crow calls in the distance a lonely desire,
The spirit of souls resonates,
There has been a twist in fates,
In the fire there is a sight,
When the darkened embers fade there will be light.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Candles surround the sacred ground,
A circle drawn nice and round,
A Rams horn burns in the fire,
A Crow calls in the distance a lonely desire,
The spirit of souls resonates,
There has been a twist in fates,
In the fire there is a sight,
When the darkened embers fade there will be light.
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