corrupt a vison and spin
lay witness to what is within
the spelling hour is upon us
gift me your attention little Djinn
inside of us all magic
bring it forward I dare you
defy logic and create mischief
when you are like this I love you best
stir the mists and grin
my mind covets your ire
finding you wrapped in shadows
lovely lady make your desires known
rattle the bones
and awake the restless
it is nigh on that time again
when the spirits churn
and passion is rewarded
my thoughts rise and I summon
first a circle then the corners
come to me you are bidden
a witches privy to behold
be bold of intent make yourself known
looking within I shudder
chills run down my spine and I wonder
how long you have been stalking my vision
reveal yourself so I may see you
crack the knuckles then the back
a cat walks over your grave
sending you into the night
do my bidding it is my right
Spooky and spellbinding, crimsin. I like it. You capture the magic within the spell. 🙂
hello dearest Tim thank you graciously I’m happy you felt the magic❤
First line fifth stanza, did you mean “summon”?
This was fascinating…and as Tim said…very spooky.
I love the idea of “stalking my vision”!
j.
hello dearest Jacob thank you graciously yeah I meant summon…lol ❤️
Powerful work. You nailed it.
thank you graciously dearest Thomas ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian