It's a dark, misty night,
I stare up at the pure ball of magick,
Surrounded by a blanket of ebbing black clouds.
Somewhere deep in the heart of the forest,
A fire blazes violently,
Ripping through the trees like a great, grizzly bear,
Eating away at the leafy bed of magick.
Again I glance up at magick,
Wishing to be sitting up there, sipping from the edge of a beautiful river,
Free forever from the pain.
