CAMELOT FANTASIES

MYSTIC SPELLS

Depth of the past, spells redeemed.
The pain that lasts, is what  victims have seen.
Camouflaged within the mind, imaginations extremed.
Bravery from demise, goddesses' ov mystic dreams.
Natures' voices doth scream, ov wrong to be revised.
With the castor ov spells, the reaper beamed.
Like a spider, that has encased its prize.
Spun together, divided by the threads.
Mending ov it's kind, the spells get cast.
In a world of masquerades, the twisted and faded leads.
Life goes on, as if being berated.
Gifted are those, the reckless minds.
With thoughts, that they revealed.
Feelings fall behind, with pushing ov our selves.
At another place in time, keeping us surreal.
The spells ov life, we'll achieve, if only we do believe.