Summer Witch

By passionā€™s flame and fire of the Summer Sun the Enchantress works her craft and summons He who enchants Her. 

Circle drawn.
Candles lit.
Quarters called.
Spell cast.
Raising Power
She waits.

Until he feels heat rising, compelled to answer her call, he goes to her.

Beguiled by beauty, beneath a canopy of stars, an azure sea sends rippling waves washing upon silver sands.

She offers him drink from a golden goblet of honeyed wine.

Cicadas serenade the magic of Night.

Beneath a sultry Moon, Lovers entwine. He is Hers until the end of time.

Beautiful Fairytale

Did she fascinate, charm and beguile? Maybe a distraction for just a while. Did she fill your thoughts in your waking hours and seep into your sleep. Before you knew, were you in too deep? Did she really have that power? With her faraway eyes, she saw other worlds, far beyond the veil. Was she for real or were you lonely and she was only a beautiful fairytale?

~Eily Nash

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