Magic Circle

Silence accentuates what brought us here
staring into the reflection that is not.

Sacred boon from catacombs groom images
wanted forgot.

Misfits borne of realities scorn bound
by sorrow’s plot.

To escape the bane we bare the shame
and search where most would not.

In our Well of Wounds fear assumes the
face of Anger and Rage.

Incorporeal scars where hearts are marred
are bars that form the cage.

For the Soul to adapt so insidious a trap
frost must find its way.

What was once so bright now quails in
light to embrace a darkened day.

From the Circle of Life we learn the fight
and walk the warriors way.

In our battle of might for the soul to ignite
empathy's called to play.

For the pain in you is the anger in me
   that hold us in its sway.
It is the magic of the circle
   that draws this pain away.

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