Our incantations fill the airs
with mystic rhythms
slow like prayers

invoking phrase in sacred ways
to sanctify, enchant,
or praise

or resurrect a dead idea,
returning life
beyond all fear

or conjure specters time misplaced
or summon futures
thought erased

or cast a spell of love or lights
to nurture hearts
or curse the nights.

We poets work our magic words:
see pages turn
to swans or birds,

imprisoned spirits seek release,
infernal forces
meet with peace,

new visions rise from myths and lore,
forbidden truths,
the hidden door.