Palaraga / Unseen / EP / 2024

“Unseen”

Magic glimpsed on crowded streets
Often missed ‘neath hurried feet
You may not see it’s always there
each ember’s spark, each whispered prayer
It’s the wrong world, with the right twist
Though the spell is often hidden, it exists

In the bustling streets, magic hides,
Beneath the rush, where it abides.
Unseen, yet always in the air,
Each whispered wish, each silent prayer.
A world askew, yet somehow right,
Where hidden spells embrace the night.

Unseen