Immortal Thirst on Hallows Eve
O' juju wand; my supple twig of charm,
stir deep within the womb of Hecate.
Lift the malevolent mask, Great Drone,
touch beyond the philosopher's stone.
'Neath Erebus, I carve impetus verse;
calling forth thy vexed, immortal thirst.
Pull the shadows back, meet thy gaze,
meld within my dark enclave.
Where gossamer threads secure the key;
and traverse the welkin of energy.
Syphon slow the mead of a woven cento.
Besiege, the enmossed Mistress of Erato.
Loose thy tongue, and unfurl thy scribe,
wiln for the magick born inside.
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