spells of magic.

magi, shamans, high priests and mage,
all take from earths' book...for this page.

all the works and great spells,
they come from candles,ringing bells.

hope the words come out alright.
don't want toads,or ugly sights.

flames and sparks of lightning flow,
from the hands of those who know.

the staff of blessed and crooked wood,
spread the hope of something good.

jewels of insight to natures' truth,
are the bites of the long in tooth.

the oldest, grey and withered,
full of magic,are the wizards.

you ask, for spells of wealth and love.
get heart so tender,wear kid gloves.

the cloudthings,born of the sky,
have hearts healed and dried eye.

the magic here is in the air,
the spell is woven with great care.

there are no curses, our rites are white.
ain't no black spells, here tonight.

the demons chased, they're all gone now.
power of love, hearts healed somehow.

stars and planets, whirl  about.
spirit voices leave no doubt.

whatever magic we call upon,
bring us riches please.... anon!