All Hallows Eve and the veil between the worlds is a nought
but a thin wisp of lace.
Fierce faced lanterns carved out of pumpkins are guarding
our portals to keep the ghosties and ghoulies at bay.
Tis Friday. Tis said, the best day to bring thy true
love to thee. Dare I? Should I? Dust off my broom… Drat, but I don’t own a
broom. Ah well, the Dyson will just have
to do, vroom, vroom …and bring my true heart’s desire to me?
Could it work?
I have my ingredients assembled.
Toadstool √
Toad sweat √
Herbs – Magical… Um, spice rack, spice rack…
Ah, here we go. √
Scotsman’s beard clipping (he wasn’t too pleased when I plucked it, but
needs must) √
Single Rose √
Three Wild Rose Petals √
Magick Crystals (actually
sea salt, but sure it will work) √
Northern Lights (thank God
for my vroom broom) √
Right, last ingredient, one large
glass of blood red wine. Slurrrp! Now, shall
we see?
True love and me,
Let him fall on bended knee,
I summon him to my side,
That he may take me to be his destined bride.
Let him fall on bended knee,
I summon him to my side,
That he may take me to be his destined bride.
Tis said that when you see the flame flickering, a spirit is
near... Tis working!!
My own dear heart draws near!!
Aw, he’s here!