As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour

I’ve kept the moon company this night

Watching candle wax collect and overflow

Onto a table wrought from hallucination

The walls melt along with the flame

Leering at footsteps across a liquid floor

The shadows have invited demons out to come and see

But they have no power here

And I’ve forgotten the incantation they gave to me

So it’s a still moon kind of night

The land crying out for some new twilight

Echoing with the voices that call out to the morning

And promise salvation in the coming light of day

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I’ve realized in recent weeks that life is too short for second guessing. Full speed ahead…

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