I put a glamor on this space,
transforming every human face,
and leaving nothing left to trace
when morning finally comes.
I put the magic on this spot
so what you see and think you've got,
and what you fear is what is not,
when morning finally comes.
When morning comes
the mundane morn
when magic is
no longer worn.
When morning comes,
the killer dawn
when spells are done
and magic gone...
So stand upon my sacred ground
for what you hold's not what you've found,
and to this glamor you'll be bound
when morning finally comes.
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It was nice. It clearly paints the picture that you want to show the readers but I don't think this is a song. It's sounds more of a poem. Anyway nice job!
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I really liked this poem. It flowed together really well. Well done, I hope to read more of your work. Hope this helps.
-Max
I am not a Poetry Expert but I really liked the fact that it rhymed yet made sense. I found also found it cheerful instead of the usual poetry people try dramatizing different and sometimes negative aspects. Keep up the good work.
Sincerely,
-Elitehusky