Witchcraft,
Bastardized,
Stolen across a dozen paganisms.
Warped,
Infused into poems.
Emotions of a single moment in time,
Philosophies held like gossamer –
Spiderwebs.
Fleeting feelings,
Of a hundred timelines.
The whole range of possibilities.
Severing strings of fate,
To write our own futures.
Witchcraft, Bastardized.
