Magick of Innocence-

Her song could be heard
Carried upon a distant wind
Blue with fire
And sentimental dreams
The feeling of true abandonment
Brushed against my cheek
Chaos theory
Sex magicK
Necromancy
Circles of mages
Whispering fools
Spelling out incantations
Under a waning moon
There is no fear
Nor tears in her eyes
The breezes caresses her pale skin
Beneath cobalt blue skies
Her song
Her song
Of pain and desire
As old as time
As the flames reach higher
Ancient gods
MagicK of their ways
Passed in secret tongues
From generation
To generation
The Sigil of Solomon
Golem of ben Bezalel
Enochian angelic scribes
Skrying messages of hell
Lost in her innocence
Alone casting her song
Off into the distant mountains
And echoes in sweet melancholy
Stars fade, fire dies, time brings age, and their is no true escape from the mortal coil
Sweetness, innocence, empathy, truth
The holy, unholy, the freedom to choose
She stands upon the mount
Her song swells like an ocean
The ethereal enchantress’ melody plays on
Not goddess, nor queen, or princess of the night
She’s a hallowed soul
With the MagicK of innocence
That legends are told

(matthew bowers) ~93   © 2021