Magick
The cushion rises slowly,
and floats
like a dandelion puff
on a lazy summer breeze.
Vodoun, Santaria,
wizardry and magick.
It's dark
It's light,
It's good,
It's evil.
It twinkles,
It burns,
It shines,
It glows.
The tinkling of bells,
the dark smell of incense
Eye of newt,
tongue of frog,
hair of bat
cauldron bubbling,
disembodied eyes
look out from the corner
A Shriek!
MAGICK!!