Gold In The Undertow Reverse
Let yourself fall out of that trance..
there’s no wrong way to cast magick
Poppet, we can’t lose all we’ve known
for more than a millennium
a ritual will mirror just one thing
the heart and intention of the spell
there’s no reason for a talisman
unless you can understand it’s rhythm
keep your invocation benevolent
lest the threefold rule apply
gold must live in the undertow
Abracadabra, sparkle, and flow
fifty cent words you have to look up
some will see the craziest cat lady
some see a Witch and her tambourine
your vision is your perception
sharp focus drawn out by intention
daily outcome swayed by emotion
let yourself fall out of that trance
Poppet I give to you this offering..
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