The spell reactor

Sends spells rolling over

Our eyes and ears

Spell reactor

Predictor of faults

Teller of fears

Hold your tongue

If evil is to pass

The spell reactor

Is Pure and holy

As tempered glass

Verdict imposed

Disclosed for future

Needs

How can we deal

With the call that we heed

The verdict predicts

What is to come

What is to go

Hold on

The verdict knows

Rituals ground

Heal and protect

The mind when the world

Inflicts

Contracts and pulls away

The rituals help the healing

And the worries

Go away

What will be my holiday rank

This year

Will I get thrown to the birds

For not fitting in

Not working the right lines

At the right times

In a polarized perspective

We are in

My holiday rank

Will most likely be

Pretty thin

Close the door

Before you speak

Close the door

If you are feeling week

Walk outside the door

If you wish to quit

Walk balk through

And do it again

Oh the times

When we had them

When they left

A time of civility

Has left me bereft

In individual personal

Relationship

Disposal

Down the drain

Mentality

Driving from streets

To ledges

Who hears

Or listens

Civility has all but left

The greatest heist

The lowest theft

If I knew

Myself

I would go

On to do amazing

Things

Rather

So much time spent

Learning

Growing

Just to become

What was always

And what will be

Saturday games

Light up houses

In the midwest

Hopes on the line

All along with

The Rest

Cheers and screams

All in one moment

Saturday games

Holding on

But don’t own it

When ties grow

How do you continue

Not let go

Of the ones you know

Love and hold near

Ties give up

Some go away

When ties grow

Please don’t stay away

Partners and roommates

Confusing

Capitulate

Love can

Not

Wait