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Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
** Image ID #1983058 Unavailable ** Magical forces swirl And gather in the chilling air On the night of the full moon At the turning of the midnight hour Slip through the gates And descend the steps To the place Where your parents graves rest The moon will show you the way Kneel and wait Head bowed Eyes closed Heart willing and open They will come Bringing with them Your powers You can no longer deny Your heritage The whispered secrets Must be revealed And you must learn Who and what you are And why you are called this night. Do not be afraid. This is your birthright. Lines = 25 Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |