Trample the fire 

ailsacawley

Her eyes are alive dancing a moment more than you like

You tune out for a while but hear her say

I’ll dance in moonlight later it’s full and energy will renew me

Trample it quick before the spark lights you think

They’ll call you a witch a faithless bitch ,and see your spit on her face

Fear made you sour your being sucked in and dry

But her you think she can’t have magic without me and know she can

Walk away without checking the fire was tamped down, trampled

Assuming your words were enough

Fool, fool hoots the owl on this hallowe’en eve not a word you hear

Moon streaming in through curtain less windows so afraid of the dark are you

She always joked she was bat like seeing in the shadows

Slipping away with a huntress stealth

To the garden and the fire in her burns

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