Spell Tune

this city of words
charms your soul
and makes you forget
which came first:
joy
sorrow
the joy of sorrow
or the sorrow of joy,
as you writhe
remembering your lullabies
the secret sparkling your animal eyes -
you realize you need magic
you need trance
that you cannot face a bare day
forever changed
as of now looking for more
prey to nothing
so still in a whirl