The moon was out and round on a tuesday evening. Hazy, grayish overcast skies struggle to stiffle the lunar chants of that pale light slated to last till daylight.
ANd there I stood beneath the glow, taking every wondrous light that i could, with eyes closed and head tilted up to the sky.
I looked down, my aventurine, tigereye and citrine charms in hand. Yes, i realized they too need the charging powers. So i left them dangling till morning on a citrus shrub where no one knew ... by the light of the moon.
Let the light of the moon come to me. Let its powerful warmth flow through me.. i need the power, i need the healing. I need the reckoning that I desperately search for...
I played the games the earth would actually hear. I played it against the tides of ancient rules not knowing where it could lead me. I lit up candles, i chanted some prayers.and never forgot the erswhile line "that harm be done to no one".
And how the wind carried the prayers , i may never know. I cast the spell to one I totally didnt knew... Look what the wind carried back, along with the forces called by the moon. The spell i played.. knocked and spilled on me.
The wind must be angry.. or were my prayers too strong. Or was i too deaf when the the chants began... was i chanting for something i couldnt actually hear? Was i splaying this plea that I couldnt actually fathom?
Alas , the deities must know what i must learn. For the spell i played... got spilled on me.
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