Midnight
the witching hour
and here I am magicless
but for the blood magic
of moon and menses
yet still I strive
to remember the chants
from long ago
when witches were a dime a dozen
and mere mortals their familiars.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Midnight
the witching hour
and here I am magicless
but for the blood magic
of moon and menses
yet still I strive
to remember the chants
from long ago
when witches were a dime a dozen
and mere mortals their familiars.