Sticks and stones, fur and bones…
Serpents skin and feathers
Skull of crow and blackthorn’s stick,
Break the chains that tether.
Winds I engage to blow away,
Water drown it all…
In Earth it’s buried, deep and still.
Flames around it sprawl.
Mandrake, hellebore aconite…
Poison to the core
Raven’s wing and ground wasp’s sting
Drive away forevermore.
Lightning, Thunder, Wind and Rain…
Encircle me with power.
Wipe away those things that interfere
At my intention, cower.
With all my strength, I do push through
Evil’s held at bay.
Success and magick, all that’s good
Are now my life’s due pay.
Funny, just as I put that last line into the blog…the wind whips outside, thunder booms, and lightning flashes. We were just hit with a gully-washer of a storm. It always intrigues me, the things that take place when one is fed up.
This week has been a struggle…
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