Magick is a tender art,
woven from fine and silken threads,
crafted by the gentle heart,
and wizened, sacred hands.
As the unicorns take to the sea,
relinquishing their earthbound form,
so, too, must I take my leave,
from the bitter realm where I was born.
Listen to the sea-wind's calling,
beckoning all to come her way,
deep and ancient thoughts now stirring,
the knells echoing at end of day.