Magic

All I need is magic in the air.

The cleansing of rain on my skin,

Artemis's moon to remove sin.

All I need is magic in the air.

The warmth of a crackling fire,

Promethius's human desire.

All I need is magic in the air.

The warm growth of fruits and berries,

Demeters fleeting fertility of which I must be wary.

All I need is magic in the air.

The small shelter to which I call home,

Hestias gift to those who roam.

All I need is magic in the air,

To survive on an island,

where I become a siren.