Mad Sorcery

Midnight, surrounded by death,
The ritual is set, and Mother Earth takes her toll.
I laugh in the face of a compelling spell
As the incense summons the smoke in every turn.

Come to me, come to me, O Angry One.
I have a request for you.
Every treacherous saying is creating the path of calamity.
And one can’t stop it in time.

If the line was meant to be encroached upon
Other than remaining in the ditch
From what we warned them for the first time,
It will be time to give a friendly wave to the aftermath.

O Jealous One, I was born in violence,
I am doing this for one purpose.
It is for a propriety
Of what should have been done long ago.

It is performed, candles are blown,
Smoke disappears for the honor is donated.
I took my bow, I blessed my ground,
Request is complete, mote it be!