Dread creeps up my throat.
It is the end,my mind screams,
There’s no such thing as magick.
I try to get it to shut up.
No miracles happen,it cries.
I tell it to stop.
I believe in its colorful existence,
I try to tell it so.
It doesn’t listen,I do not relent,
We agree to disagree, finally!
I believe in magick, and miracles.
She is one,afterall.
A freaking miracle is what she is.
Magick is what she is.
She is magick.