Close the book, ring the bell, snuff the candle,

Supposedly the way that one should handle,

Putting off or down or stopping Magic’s spell,

A way to send the evil back to Hell.

But does it work with quaint and simple ease,

To bring a strong compulsion to its knees?

I say no, for it is no simple thing,

To say the bell one rung no longer rings.

For if we were so able to release,

Temptations that now only will increase,

Then bars would all be empty, churches filled,

If we could deny dreams we wished fulfilled.

As yet a thriving business both will do,

While some seek God for comfort or drink Brew.

Try will all of your might to yet deny,

What or who you are, turn a blind eye,

The thing that you are running from is you,

Only find peace when to yourself you’re true.