The Magick
On Halloween do not dwell
Where a wytche casts her spell.
Nor stand ye by graveyard stones
Lest angry spirits rattle their bones.
An altar honoring yer ancestors set
So good fortune ye shall get.
Light a candle, hold a feast
When midnight comes so does the beast.
Be it jealousy, insecurity, or doubt
What no longer serves, ye must rout.
There be but one way to win the bout
Look within, not without.
Cauldron, wand, and bell will be
Of little use without thee.
Drawn from above and below
Evil vanquished by Good's glow.
Click your heels, so mote it be.
The magick was always within thee.
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