By: Adrian Drower

From the sunlight by day
to the blackness of night,
A call from the calming bay,
Heeds to the starry night.

On eagle’s wings it glides,
The whales below dance.
At night the wolf takes her strides,
While deer in the forest prance.

A call through space and time,
Ancient power down the line.
Shine bright like the day and night,
That old Black Magic- a sight!

Candle light from the past,
meet the magic today.
The power we have on file,
is That Old Black Magic Tile.