The Spell

The Spell

Deep circles, magic trenches, silver words fade to black
Sideways slipping, daring, dreaming of secrets too well hid to crack
On the edges in the fringes, a face turns away
Lips forever parted still in their anguish over words too true to say
So the dancing onward flowing tattered skirts unfurled
Courtly manners as they twirled
In the hidden inky recess black as blight
Flashes of color dim and brilliant traces of the red and white
Never fear upon the throne though it's high and far
All the wishes in the world are but made upon a star
And true to word the higher purpose still carries straight and true
And a sliver a fragment of the puzzle I return to you
For there are times when we must weigh things the truth from the loss
And in the end, still rings the question
Is the secret worth the cost?