In shadows deep where whispers weave,A mystic stands with spells to breathe.Moonlight drapes her silver veil,Guiding souls beyond the pale. Candles flicker, incense sways,Echoes hum in ancient ways.Runes are cast, the cards reveal,Truths once hidden, now unseal. Her hands like currents stir the night,Shaping fate with second sight.Death and life, a tangled thread,Woven where the … Continue reading Poem: The Mystic’s Domain