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Itchy Witchy Virgo
Darkened woods ro'nd stonied tomb
in dead of winter's night.
Lady Beldam wails to wind in rave,
hued stars swell up on sight.
Stoic Virgo, Pisces moon n'wane
assay'd plea to Beldam, amain.
Come luck-struck or doomed late
her spell-cast beseeches fate.
Grasping candle's silver stem
all thoughts turn time to him.
Rant to rage, her craved-on sire
Virgo spices silence in wail.
Power escapes oak widened pyre
lending credence to her spell.
Prophetic in whispered whim
she adds- camphor, fig and orange.
Flames aid divination wit' candles
blue'n black as ragin' storm.
Marjoram, purslane n'heather next
heart to pyre in colored specks.
Heeding New Moon's station
Itchy Virgo love-spells adulation.
Salt circle cast, candles 'round
sends vow far, from here-&-now.
Athame in hand, blood drops t'pyre
tondre, torve- blaze 'midst fire.
Billows mix archaic verse,
as Virgo bleeds to bind,
...then twists the curse.
Itchy-witchy Virgo, portentous
jades gaze kismet's ball.
Twitchy, fits-y Virgo swoon
gives pledge unto its call.
By dark orb glow, crone beheld!
heart kicks up, then slows.
The ball demands of elements
she adds jasper n'moonstone.
As absinthe, heavy on tongue
Virgo begs spell's affirmation.
Beldam bequeths whispered vow
eyes glazed hot-provocation..
Lady Beldam strums harp, n'bades
"The one to hold your ever-bold.."
(strummin' twangy cords of song)
"..has been trice ere years of long"
This Norse-aged prophecy forsooth
spoken on midnight vow of Virgo croon.
Granted last portent hereunto,
Beldam spake.."His Virgo be a Cancer moon."
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