Magick

As you see him the winds start to rise, you're carried away as light as a feather. You touch down when he touches you and the Earth starts to shake as you start to tremble. You're falling, reaching, reaching for his hand, trying with all your will to stop your jouney downward. And with a splash your falling ends but now you're drowning, plummeting to the bottom of the sea. Kicking and swooshing, your arms flail wildly. And through the salty water, the pain and sting in your eyes, you see him reaching for you, pushing himself deeper, pushing past the depths and dangers of the horrid sea to reach you. You reach for his hand and it's lost, you look all around franticly to find him but all you see is blackness the light does not shine into the depths. Your eyes close, giving up hope letting the air escape your lungs. Something icy cold wraps around you, fear envelopes you as you prepare to scream in the depths of your soul. Your eyes shut tight you see deaths black nothingness pulling you, his scythe glimmering in the rays through the water. You open your eyes with courage, braving to look back upon your captor, only shock fills your face to see not the reaper dragging you flailing down to the underworld, to the lands below, but the face of your love, your savior, pulling you up, up to the shores. The land reaches out to you, your back thick with sand as he revives you, his lips press to yours and fire hot breath passes into you, your lungs pump steadily as you open your eyes and you breathe brokenly as he lifts you from the heat soaked shore and carries you through the brush back to conscienceness. You wake from your day dream, adreniline still coursing through your body, you throw your arms around him and kiss him lovingly, then, in walking away, you leave him only to wonder. As you lay in thoughtfulness that night, the stars shinning their hopeful rays upon your face, he calls to you. You open up your heart as he calls, love, my love, come to me and speak those tender words which brought your loving lips upon meand if my heart be not true leave me to fall to a thousand deaths never again to hear your caring voice or your sirens song. And with that a loving is born, a friendship is let known, and an eternity is to be had all over this magick of a dream, this prophecy of your heart, head, and soul for the gods lead you not into teptation but into love you pray. You pray unto the god of gods, granter of life and rebirth. Pray you unto the goddess of goddesses guardian of the forests and of the soul. Pray to them, thank them for the love they've always shown you and the love they send you now. He flies to you now, lifted up on the wings of your love. He comes to you now lost in your soul with you lost in his heart. Lost deep down in his love your eyes gaze upon his glory. Your love to him forever and his to you for eternity. The gods grant you with their magick, this state of being for endless happiness and endless time, this jointness of souls. You are amongst the gods now for you have the unique-like state, high above the mortal man for you have love and you enjoy the pleasures that not every man enjoys. You are a queen among man gaining their worship for your magick, your magick of love.