and the magic

no surprise to be an esoteric
better than arcane is recondite
in a world full of secret knowledge
comes the shaman now to bless the fire

consolation lain on those afflicted
our survival skills hard won by trial
plants that kill and plants that heal discovered
days of cold and hunger slowly turning

songs we sang to try and trick the darkness
mirror magic hopes to cheat the demons
alas we know the curse of metal and glass
how zones of power lingered round our stones

our mystery cult propitiated death
while ever the weather gloated overhead
we ran the ridges hard when we were young
inviting sacrifice inviting love

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