Magickal Imagination

Staring up to the rabbit on the moon

trying to serenade them with a song.

Tugging untuned guitar strings I rarely use,

all while I sing old folktales to a timid tune .

Occasionally detached from a harsh realty,

the clouds curled like candy as they roam.

People judge creatures by appearance,

but monsters make me feel most at home

as they gently lift their claws to hold me close.

My mindscapes quite odd, yet I consider it the best of me.

To old for figuratively and literally to be blending this close,

but my world will remain the same, it's the only one meant for me,

because I still believe the magick whirring around

in my softly jaded soul.