Lost the phone, All alone
Somewhere betwixt parking and lobby.
Con staff ruled, I got schooled
In keeping track of what’s on me.
ADF Suite, Things nice and neat,
If ever a pagan group was.
What a pleasure and treat, To finally meet
Those brave enough to keep laws.
Maenads landed, With ivy and grapes branded,
Into the car we stole away.
A gifted poetress, bruja and temptress,
In a far-off hotel we did stay.
Sushi and vodka, champagne will knock ya
Down a peg or few.
Wendy Rule romancing, Pomba Gira dancing,
A smoke then bed at two.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Early workshop failed,
For lack of a better term.
Another was deleted, Partly completed
Hexed enemies did squirm.
Traveled through time, saw a death of mine
With Priest Lon Milo DuQuette.
Suicide, murder or brushed aside
With a train my body had met.
Crossroads of vendors, all a witches’ splendor,
Handshakes in alignment.
A grimoire of spirit, a magician so writ
Such art of poetic refinement.
Bone Yard Boogie confusion, rock n’ roll infusion
Saved the night for me.
Hekate as sin-eater, teacher, death-greeter,
Hail unto thee!
Friends had to leave, time past to grieve,
Reunion is soon at hand.
Wrong workshop, Attacks to stop,
Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram.
Floating around, old friends found,
Vodou people with most integrity.
Thracian Priest, friend of beast
Gimbal the Raven, Pagan celebrity.
Peace of mind, to self be kind
Back to my own room I did go
With head aching, spirit reeling,
To sleep after my favourite show.
Time to pack, wearing all black
With owl on breast, an apple to eat.
Lilith of three faces, asteroid of graces,
Dark and Black Moon, plans to greet.
Last minute shopping, hugs and slogging
On a Monday morning I did goeth
Uncoiled, whorrled, and well oiled.
No witch better primed since MacBeth.