Witchcraft

In the fields once green and gold
Where the summer's breeze was bold
A supercell rages and roils
Swirling vortex, a bubble boils
Witchcraft
So upon one sable morn
When the moon does wane and die
A ragged coven convenes
Performing incantations nigh
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Taxidermy with eyes of fire
Chanting songs above the lyre
Miasma of hair and bile
Hangs heavy with the mother's ire
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Antlers shed ribbons of blood
Draped like thorns upon the brow
A crucifixion can еnd this squall
A bible burned with aerosol
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I call upon thе blood-moon goddess
For I have but one request
I've laid the altar, charged the crystals
The circle, I have blessed
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The four elements are set
Septuple trigger fingers bleed
Oh horrors, my midnight god
What have you got in store for me?
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Woo!
Fire flickered and danced with hues
Of orange, red, and deep burnt blues
Snakes slither by, just out of sight
Lizard and bat take wing in the night
Around the fire, they circle slow
And with locked minds, a chant did grow
Timbers of oak with wind knots so tight
Bear witness to spells cast in the night
I am Beowulf, I am cat, black
Knock the candle from the scripture stack
I bring justice at moment right
Gila Monster, set alight
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Unleash a reptile thinking in terms
Of only lizard brain
And be not lucky enough to
Make any mistakes again
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Like a grenade in a fist
The air ignites, a bloody mist
Moon cycle shifting, demon lifting
Beowulf, grifting ritualist
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Alas, the cat disrupts the prayer
And turns it on, meekest there
The tiny creature, a harmless skink
Transforms into a mythic king
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