He passed smiling through the room
Looking suspiciously at the Moon
Hey son, my little wizard
Do you want some cookies with tea tonight?
Adjusting his pointed hat on his head
Purple, starry, like his robe
And he says
Please Mom! I have my own cookies
I already have five years old!
Already in the yard, he opened his book
Cried out for the forces of the Moon
A shiver ran up to his head
He didn't want to run to his bed
Aeon, new aeon
A child with magic in his hands
He has the whole yard to enchant with
Aeon, new aeon
A child with magic in his hands
He has the whole yard to enchant with magick
He felt a presence, there in the room
Was not his dad, was someone with a broom
He took his wand, took a deep breath
Raised his hands to spell: The Kiss of Death
Child, oh child, was your mom
Child, what you did? She's gone
And angry his mom stoped his wand
Your cycle begun, It's time to go to bed
