Ritual

This is a poem about magic's domination.

Sunbeams flash from the moon,
Illuminating,
But darkening
In the still of the night,
And in the tainted core
Of magic.

But what are we to do?
I wonder as I dance
In circles,
Eyes chained to the
Deadly green fire,
Hands linked in
A fence of taboos and fears
Under the thunderclouds,
Beneath
Threatening lightning bolts of punishment.

So I dance and chant
And crave magic once again,
For true power always leaves
You hungry for more.