word magic

by the light of fourteen candles: a terzanelle

thirteen now becomes fourteen
so light the candles, watch them burn
our world’s begun, the end unseen

as back and forth the hours turn
the line to dance is faint and blurred
so light the candles, watch them burn

when they are gone, we’ll master words
weave the story ‘round us thrice
the line to dance is faint and blurred

all word magic has its price
that we, word mistresses, must pay
weave the story around us thrice

through pain and hope we’ll find the way
to pass through frenzy to the calm
we, word mistresses, must pay.

we’ve paid our dues on writing.com
thirteen now becomes fourteen
past through the frenzy to the calm
our worlds begin, the end unseen

line count: 19

for the sake of clarity, I would like to add that I've just celebrated my thirteenth site birthday.