It's late at night Almost witching hour And the silence
Burned at the Stake
The fire has caught And I feel it
In the Words
There is innate power Within words
Celebration
Dance naked under the pale moonlight It is a night to celebrate Birth, death, and everything in between
Secrets Hidden in the Text
There is a secret Hidden in the pages
A Little Magic Goes a Long Way
The witch gave a twitch Of her fingers
Witch Hunt
I'm just waiting For pitchforks to appear In this mass panic
Partners in Magic
Black cat with its luminous eyes
Peer about with keen interest
Quote of the Week #67
"Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." -William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Witch’s Pet
Black cat bones rattle
In the arms of a witch
Fragment of a Figment 