The Witch's RitualThe Witch's Ritual
Fires romantically blazing upon the fluffy green hills,
The ancient fireball hiding behind the mounts,
The dark gas slithering along the levitated ocean
And mingling in sexual intercourse with the fiery blazes
Which come forth from the ancient fireball and
Illuminate the sky.
Images of rage and obedience surging through her Soul,
Her black hair seeping lusciously over
Her sacred white silk gown -
Frantically, she grasps her black
Spell Book and enters the golden pyramid with glee.
Climbing the steps passionately,
Eager to do the Lord’s Will (this ritual),
Her blue-jeweled talisman and golden cross
Knock against her breasts.
Opening the Door to the Room
Where the whorey and wanting spirits dwell -
Opening the Closet
Where secrets dwell -
Opening the Window
Which will reveal and manifest the ritual upon
The World -
The Spell Book falls on the
Wooden Table,
Which stands before the Mirror's Presence.
The girl evokes a secret language,
Saying with it, "I am about to make
What is about to happen."
Erecting the Spell Book with angel's might,
While speaking verses which exist in her private ritual,
She hopes for Passion to finally come forth
From the Closet.
Aye, the Closet of the Deceiving Lights opens
Upon the Earth.
The Shrill of an alien Instrument cries out
(As an eagle cries when attacking its prey)
To the praying child.
She lowers the Spell Book.
The instrument,
Which exists as a . . .
The lonely Call of another Child pierces the air
Of the room towards the praying child
And so she departs.
