Come Sit Near The Fire

Master magic in that sacred place of your inner being,
Sit here with me, gather with me, near the safety,
And the warmth of this makeshift fire,

And find silence in your wisdom - and in your shadows,
Forge all that your magic will allow,
Like ghosts dancing in ancient circles,
Etched out of the earth and the mire,

Fires struck near my camp spark in the midnight clearing,
As we chant shouting at the yellow moon,
And with it's body most endearing,
We call out to the gods acknowledging their worth,

O�� raging darkness,
Into your symbolic shadows and shallows, commune,
And into the center��s circle - toss in your rune,

For your symbolic rage into the darkness - is your night.


Thom Douglas Carlisle (Irish Tommy Moran) - Ireland

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