And this spell
Is old and potent still.
The roots are dug,
The path is closed,
By measure of my will.
Dandelion for slights and hurts,
Rosewood for a balm,
Yew and Oak and Pine are called
Let karma have her fill.
When witches' love turns on the wheel,
It cannot be undone.
What's lost is lost and what once was
Has faded in the sun.
What's left in ash,
In gut
In throat
I offer to the moon.
Let something good and something strong
Grow from these threads anew.
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