Sorcerer's Moon, a poem by Dana Crandell at Spillwords.com

Sorcerer’s Moon

 Sorcerer’s Moon

written by: Dana Crandell

 

Whispered incantations cast
In darkened, secret rooms
Will linger ’til this night has passed,
And Morning Glory blooms.

Familiars will prowl darkened streets
In search of those who call,
While from the alleys, low drum beats
Enrapture and enthrall.

Cold flesh will tingle, hairs will stand
And unseen hands caress
As long-enamored souls demand
To be allowed ingress.

Powers black and powers white
Will battle for their goals,
Leaving in their wake the plight
Of unsuspecting souls.

Flames will flicker, fires burn bright
While victors claim their prizes.
Be wary, friend, for on this night
The Sorcerer’s Moon rises.

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