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Bubbling up in a spidery translucent glow
Cellophane rainbows pranced prettily
It was a mysterious concoction fit for the gods
or in this case a goddess of prophecy who had forgotten herself

Shaddah had brought her best ingredients to the amethyst altar
Using her Grandmother Jeannie’s famous Wiccan kettle
Mixer of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
Translucent neon colors rose into the spellbound ether

Shaddah felt whole for the first time in ten years
Perhaps she was worthy of her grandmother’s beliefs
About her goodness and her prophetic abilities
Talents and ideals she had forgotten began to swirl in front of her eyes

Glorious paintings created themselves inside the mist
She knew she was looking into the future, and she was the artist
Poetry and songs began developing inside the mist 
Windows slammed shut as if by an invisible hand, startling her

Shaddah was alone in the dark, staring into a mirror like elixir
Her hopes and dreams and wishes were all here
Parading around saucily, daring her to be herself
Was she up to the challenge? A whisper told her she was ready.

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