Witchcraft

In the fields once green and gold

Where the summer's breeze was bold

A supercell rages and roils

A swirling vortex, a bubble boils

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So upon one sable morn, when the moon does wane and die

A ragged coven convenes, performing incantations nigh

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Taxidermy with eyes of fire

Chanting songs above the lyre

Miasma of hair and bile hangs heavy with the mother’s ire

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Antlers shed ribbons of blood

Draped like thorns upon the brow

A crucifixion can end this squall

A Bible burned with aerosol

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I call upon the blood-moon goddess, for I have but one request

I've laid the altar, charged the crystals, the circle I have blessed

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The four elements are set, septuple trigger fingers bleed

Oh horrors, my midnight god, what have you got in store for me?

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Fire flickered and danced with hues of orange, red and deep burnt blues

Snakes slither by, just out of sight

Lizard and bat take wing in the night

Around the fire, they circle slow and with locked minds a chant did grow

Timbers of oak with knots so tight bear witness to spells cast in the night

I am Beowulf, I am cat black

Knock the candle from scripture stack

I bring justice at moment right

Gila monster, set alight

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Unleash a reptile thinking in terms of only a lizard brain

And be not lucky enough to make any mistakes again

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Like a grenade in a fist, the air ignites, a bloody mist

Moon cycle shifting, demon lifting, Beowulf, grifting ritualist

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Alas, the cat disrupts the prayer and turns it on meekest there

The tiny creature, a harmless skink, transforms into a mythic king

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