Jason Linder
Acrostic #2
3/23/2004 9:12 AM

My Witchcraft Magic

I depend on you, when the battle gets rough.
Though I can spread my wings, and fly away,
I seldom run from a fight.
You are my dazzling ball of magic,
That I cradle in my hand.
You protect me,
Defend for me,
And fight for me.
You are my magic, the power I wield.
Yes, you gave me these magic wings,
Made of feathers that glow in the night.
Although, I may not see as well,
You always help me to hit my mark.
Like a bird of magic.
I use you,
Not for evil, but for the use of good.
With you I will strike down my enemies.
Your power is at my hands.
Melody