Her Wicked Poppet

She contemplated for many a days
To succum into the malice of her old ways
It seems a vindictive plight is what she's in
But now she's pissed and wicketry coaxes again..

Much wiser now, her practice has expanded
The grey she claimed was tainted and surly blackened
For her faith has decayed and life become tragic
Her vengeance shall manifest with malignant magic

An assailants deception will be atoned for
Inevitable macabre malevolence is what's in store
Come hell or high water, penance she will reap
'Cause her retribution will be so much more than skin deep

So simple the procedure of a mirrored mannequin
Atleast for an experienced self-revoked wiccan
With abundant amounts of the necessary taglocks
This is personal and fate is merely but a ticking clock

Malicious aura radiates from her alter
Aware of the fact she will soon become martyr
She ignites the fuse of mastic, althea, and salmon seal
Preparing the circle with the proper protective incense feel

Cloth and straw are fused for the animation
A marionette patiently awaits her affliction
As the moon reaches it's last quarter, she enters
Illuminates white candles as she ground and centers

Begins the chant,

"Out of the darkness came the birth of creation,
Just as I will create (Dorothy) this night."

Stuff the herbs inside the doll and taglock, stitch it shut

" Earth links you to (Dorothy)
Air links you to (Dorothy)
Fire links you to (Dorothy)
Water links you to (Dorothy)."

"The bond is forged. The doll and (Dorothy) are one, the link cannot be broken until I so choose or, in spirits eye, the work is complete."

Breathe onto poppet three times and repeat,

"The breathe of life around you.
The breathe of life within you.
So mote it be!"

She then carries the doll around each quarter
Releases the cone and returns it to the alter
Smugly awaiting the bitch known as karma
Ignorance is not bliss, so she acknowledges dogma

With the link now forged between person and poppet
It is stored with putrid flesh and spiteful intent
Captivated by the repulsive deed, she inhales a cigarette
Accompanied with nothing but the dwelling of her own silhouette