I Rant

My mind weaves a spell,
like a witch it bitches
to the moon, whom, 
doesn't know my reasons
or my powers, in towers
my placid maidens wait in 
rooms that have no key,
the light of day, I say,
cannot escape, it's late
and I am in no mood
to tell you why, I sigh,
for a moment I relent
questioning your worth,
weighing mine, wasting time,
melting candle wax, can't relax,
so in my loudest voice
I madly chant, ok I rant,
but your eyes realize
the elemental fire I vent
is emotion cast, when at last
the light flickers, quick words
sputter, the flame dies,
in darkness comes the rest. 

Mach B 2021