Lost and Found

There is a season

For every thing there be a season

None is lost without a reason

Within the mirror an image bound

Of magic lost and magic found

Gaze within and call my name

For I'll return soon from whence I came

And quietly think as you ask why

Some love will live and others die

Dispair not your efforts at Mornings Bell

They fear now full thy Wizards spell

That fear which serves you now they tell

Now face this wall and say that spell

Three words so brief be all you need

So hurry up and do the deed

© 2007 albert vallone - 12/16/16


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