A Book Of Shadows

In between a wand and a warded space lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace; Fee fried foe thumbs, throw them in as the guitar strums; Picked over hair follicles and toenails, A few fast words followed by quick inhales; Freeze dried pho crumbs, throw them in as the harp hums; Now toss in the vibrato of a ghost, that sound is the recipe’s binding host; Free fly fall mums! Fester rich color to smack drums; Add to that something so easily missed, subtle allows magic to come undressed; Fae, fire cauldrons! manifest the desired outcomes; In between a wand and the hand it takes, lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace.