Abarat: Absolute Midnight

Part Three

Many Magics

The magic of the circle,

The magic of the eye,

The magic of the vortex,

The magic of the cry.

The magic of the head bone,

The round which bounds the mind,

The coin of gold which buys the bait

The ouroboros will find.

The worm surrounds the human heart,

Our hearts surround the world;

And sleeping, in the beating womb,

The naked babe is curled.

Chant your courage round the child,

Make joy its root and rhyme;

And we, my love, will wander freed

Of Loss and Fear and Time.