to for give and to for get

Tonight she has another phantom´s funeral. She apologizes for that, but she has to burry all of them in order to start new year in white new clothes. You can call it a necessary exorcism. You can judge or you can understand, it will be the same for her. If you do not want to meet the dark side of the moon again, please do not keep reading. It will be dense in past tense.
Yes, she hears them screaming already. They do not want to be forgotten, but she told me she was determined to do it, so I just can make her dreams come true. Although I do not agree, I know she needs it. So I lend this little space to concrete the magic spell. I know that after all the sacrifice ritual, sun will shine again. Don´t be mistaken and mislead, she is a witty witch (not a bitchy one) but a white one. Have you seen that magicians can be dark or white, that´s why they have to work with themselves, and choose which force is going to be primal in their future moves. A good magician, is the one that is aware of his dark side, but chooses to work for the light. They should know the enemy, as they know themselves in order to fight it back when necessary, in order to serve light´s will.
So phantoms are screaming already...and now she is dressing for the ritual. There are the flowers, there is the full moon, there is the red wine, there are the white stones, that is poetry. She chooses her dress, she has no shoes on, she looks like a princess. Her hair is loose and red as fire, she wears a flower in the left ear. She puts on the big yellow stone ring, she sits down into the woods. She starts a fire, she holds a blue glass of red wine. The lake is near the picture. She has already took a bath in that lake. It was cold, cold water. But as part of the ritual, she needs to take that baptism first, to purify feelings, she has to guide them for good reasons. She wants phantoms to rest in peace. She wants phantoms to let her live in peace. She will say good bye with love, and a hand in her chest. The other hand holding the words for poetry. She say it. She burns it. She rests for a while. She zips the taste of red wine. She knows is for good. She knows and she acknowledge that with true feelings of prudence. She calls for the nature forces to help her. Those forces hear and do answer, fire, water, wind, earth, move. She throws the white stones to the grass and they sound and symbol, she smells the sweet flowers. She throws the flowers to the lake. She say again good bye, and good trip. She is guided through all the steps in order to let go... so she lets go, for that some tears, for that a content smile of acceptance. She looks at the white full moon. She remembers some of the words, she knows is for good. May be she will be missunderstood, but she takes that risk. She knows her reasons will be understood in time. And time must pass. Now is time to forget and forgive. Tonight, a house of cards must blow with the wind. Tomorrow it can became a castle. Phantoms are silent, they shall rest.