What Magic is this, uprooting Beliefs, Imagined from tombs long since planted? New Wisdom, at last, plowing rocks from the field, clearing rows tilled by faith in the past. Fresh seeds from her talons, spreading gold on the shadows, Allows her to lead you astray. Know you’re Safe in her dream, with your flesh and your Spirit, Manifesting the night into day.
Allow Believe Safe Magic Wisdom Imagine Manifest
