Looming Magick

Wishes of a fast beating heart:

Nothing happened.

Except a fading circle on the floor

And a spinning wind in my ears…

Now I know the distance between us:

It has a bullet size.

I cry and realize, how hard is the price

That I bet in my last incantation.

Bounded by a promise I can’t handle.

I beg for the next incarnation

To be one with you, like a light in a candle.

That’s how it consumes me.