These twilight Whispers Conjure Magic spells
as our restless ghosts dance
These Twilight Whispers Conjure magic spells
at day’s end spinning time into a trance
Night beckons as shadows slip against the silhouette of trees
as our restless ghosts dance
We call upon childhood memories and times like these
when moonbeams become wishes in your hands
Night beckons as shadows slip against the silhouette of trees
in imaginary battles across exotic lands
A circle drawn in salt, a saving grace
when moonbeams become wishes in your hands
The air is static in this midnight space
chasing away morning’s light
A circle drawn in salt, a saving grace
A moment, a knowing, a fright
These twilight whispers conjure magic spells
chasing away morning’s light
These twilight whispers conjure magic spells
Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay
prompts: OctPoWriMo 2020 Day 27, Go Dog Go Café Tuesday’s Writing Prompt Challenge,
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