Magic
All I need is magic in the air.
The cleansing of rain on my skin,
Artemis's moon to remove sin.
All I need is magic in the air.
The warmth of a crackling fire,
Promethius's human desire.
All I need is magic in the air.
The warm growth of fruits and berries,
Demeters fleeting fertility of which I must be wary.
All I need is magic in the air.
The small shelter to which I call home,
Hestias gift to those who roam.
All I need is magic in the air,
To survive on an island,
where I become a siren.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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