Bring me that parchment

Which lies on the south-facing shelf

And I will show you how magic is born

Through dreams and cliches

A battle is fought

In search of what is pure and true

How often it is that these places thrive

And breed on the unknown

But we liven the power with passionate words

Magic is thought to be in the air

And love can surely last a lifetime

Yet I live to find boulders that move with my mind