Black Arts

Ways that you have. Magicianary.
Effort must have lost all appeal.
I wonder about you. And the way fingertips
dance across these follicles – all waiting for the chance

Know, that pride leaves me.
No space when that silhoutte enters.
Dawns of an old night repeat beautifully,
in peace with the ongoing surprise

May I ask? What brings the dark out to play?
What makes sacrifice and reception taste the same?
What is life, now that magic can overtake?

I’m… willing to find out.
…Now we wait.
Seeing who’s will is in love enough to break

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