When the magic happens,
swift as a gazelle,
I find my inner "crystal ball"
and crawl right of my shell

And when the rings are tossed,
I know not where they'll land
but I keep my eyes wide open
and my head out of the sand

I find my self in a hypnotic state
as I slowly walk their way,
magic my only focus and
the moon bright as the day

I listen for the soft, low chant
and wonder if I dare,
but as the circle forms around me,
the magic takes me there...