3/26/2007 - 6/12/2018
He was a lion today
King of the house, my adored.
Relaxing was paramount on the overstuffed sofa.
The sun warmed his body.
Nothing went unnoticed. His yellow eyes
Tracked movement across the room.
The virgin widow sought my counsel that day.
Emptiness lived beneath her black dress.
She kept weeping depressive tears.
She was a lost soul.
I will not rid myself of him:
Dedicated, Resilient, and powerful,
Beloved Alchemy, this witch’s familiar.
A warm sunbeam’s enough for him.
Magick is his nature.
Summon him by name, he will come.
I am bound to this familiar spirit.
We work within a magick circle.
Black furred face of wisdom.
We’re dedicated to the Craft.
We cast in the night.
Beneath the light of the moon.
Alchemy’s on the altar.
The Ancient Ones guard the portals this night,
We keep vigil till dawn,
Among Yew and Elder,
Daughter of Danu,
- CricketSong, A Witch's Voice