How Witchcraft Calls

You heard a drum beat in your bloodstream.
You dream of circles, of gods and friends,
And there is more than you can put your finger on, But you have no clue, no bloody clue,
What it may be.
A mystery
A delicious darkness
A light unlike any light you see.
And you leave common sense to others,
For we are extraordinary in every sense.
You had a glimpse of magic.

This is how witchcraft calls.