witchcraft
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There’s a bar in the mojave desert.
Most don't know how to get there,
Only hearing the mutters of instructions from drunken strangers,
But they all have same eyes,
Many times I brood alone
Thinking of the world’s melancholy mourning
Bearing the weight of creation
Upon my hateful human heart,
Until a presence fills me
Cat's Claw
Rose Petals
double Yarrow
Marigold
Dancing under the Moon's luminescence
that seeps into my kitchen
A flowering brush silently drips and perspires under the regulation of the dawn.
Bees spawn amongst the first lit blooms, humoring the early bird.
A flower from a meadow of a forgotten childhood memory
Carbonated taste of a soda shared after a movie
The clammy sweat from the palm of a young nervous couple
Last night I thought that the Moon had disappeared.
A clear sky with no Moon
When I knew it should be a quarter full
I'm still not sure where it went
My imp follows beside me.My cat is walking too.My wisp is flying above with glee,and my Mandrake is strolling true.
A spell for youand a spell for me.With a wand made fromthe Witch's Tree.
An elder branch, and rosey quartswe gather here today.With Oak smoke pure, and willow leaf,we shall be on our way.
To bring about a gust of windall you need is three things:Some willow branch, and twine to tieand a place where birds could sing.
A killer of beasts
Thats what I am.
A soldier of God.
He has chosen me
to destroy the Evil.
All of the weak;
a suffering man.
the devil persists,
but I am to protect
She came treading pale footsteps,
in the light of eternal moon,
broken rays intertwining in twigs and leaves,
Shudder and scream!
A witch grows near!
This is not a dream,
for the witch is here.
History is wrong.
A bad story told
for far too long.
