Modern Witchcraft

Tell me, how does it work
The invisible date stream?
Why can the touch of a hand
Change so much on screen?

Smoke's strangeness all around
And the haze of a careful flame
The minute hand quietly moves
It is time to strike twelve

One simple movement
Changes meaning at once
Press to start a new world
Unfolding in your hand

Smoke stops, blazes burn
A glowing green light
And the soft beat of drums
Blazing brilliantly in obscurity

A voice resounded
Music starts play
A whole orchestra
Coming from my hand

It is a symphony of color
One which shines as an Aurora
These Spirits begin to dance
Much like that of Borealis Beauty

Another movement
Then suddenly a click
A moment taken from reality
Is captured in my hand

The aura of techonology
With that of this strange feeling
They are an aurora of creation
Together linked for eternity