Friday, March 10, 2006

Spell Story


The shaman hundled near the pulsing flames
that his shadow might touch the sleeping forms.
His chant had not soft thought nor whisper voice,
but drifted within his spirit pride alone.

“nock dwee, Unin, Uli
prantok forushe,
shey, shey chanoo.”

These spake ancient words reached out and beyond
to protect the children and grant slumbered peace,
or so thought crone trained magick prince of dawn.

“Nay,” laughed the fairies of dew whispered ferns,
“This prayer is that you stay awake and bright.
‘tis your vigilent trust that gives them peace!”

“Open my eyes, Light by Light
morning will break
night spirits depart”

Even these murmered words by meaning unknown
can guide the soul on a journey unfold.


At 10:21 PM, Blogger Anita Marie Moscoso said...

Night Spirits Depart...I loved that line. It gave me chills. Which is good, very good
anita marie


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