A Truly Happy Halloween
Stir the pot, concoct the brew,
A sigh of dreams, a whisker of cat,
Circling ‘round this magic pot
Vapors arise in swirling wisps
Powerful potion! Expel the notion
Gazing around, the perfect man,
By light of moon, by sprinkle of star,
Ruffling hair, showering kisses,
Encouraged by our tender touch,
Laughing and teasing,
Then dropping to the mossy forest floor,
this recipe has proven true
through the ages in brown ink stages,
it’s secrets unveiled on faded pages.
and never, oh never, omit the bat.
Add liquid smile, a cocky grin
and so much confidence the pot glows within.
while chanting the chants of love forgot,
Witchee’s crew empowers this brew by
blowing in kisses soft as the dew.
and mingle with excited breath,
as out of the mist steps forth a vision,
damn we’re good!
We’ve completed our mission!
that crafty witches should not be chosen
to supplicate from boundless desires
the reality we wish for ours.
under the crescent moon
Val stands, slightly confused,
somewhat bemused, not yet
suspecting
the power we used.
we admire as always from afar;
thereupon in awe though still remaining,
we take our chances without restraining.
caressing his face, ignoring his hisses,
we circle ‘round letting fingertips trace shivering,
chill bumps across his lips.
he takes a turn with each of us,
tangoing in the autumn night,
through whispery leaves of colored light.
the singing, the dance,
we shared it all,
the thrill of romance.
we clasped our hands and begged for more.
Alas, anon, our time was gone;
Reappearing in the aging night the
vaporous mist reclaimed our knight
along with our faithful hearts,his tokens,
our spell of All Hallows Eve was broken.