the spell

she hears the wind calling
it’s calling her name
prowling at her window
howling at her door
where the raven is waiting
as black as the night
where-ever the wind will take her
with her it will go

and the wind lets loose her hair
it whispers through the strands
words of ancient spells
no longer known to man
it tugs and it pulls
her into its arms
swirls and billows her skirt
in a wild, windy dance
the trees too are dancing
in the full moonlight
their leaves they are scattering
like petals in her flight

and the raven is watching
he won’t lose her from his sight
she may dance with the wind
all through the pale moonlight
but before the sun comes rising
and she is forever lost
he will break the spell
he is the keeper of the words
words man has long forgot

Wind by Sergei Rukavishnikov

the spell

Alenka Co

Stonebow, Australia

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