Stepping aside,
And mending steps,
And working two jobs,
And renewing her magic.
 
Like the black magic
That comes and goes.
Like the black magic
That comes and goes. 
 
Silent wishes,
Dreading fun,
Founding fathers
Of fear and dust.
 
Feeling lonely, 
Stomping feet,
Crafting stitches,
and black crows.
Like black magic
That comes and goes. 
 
Dream and hide
Her feet deep
In the sand. 
Her troubles diluted
With sips of bitter pleasure.
Her wildest dreams.

Like black magic
That comes and goes.