St. Claire killed a lizard for me and laid it on the staircase as an offering of devotion.
Lying on its back, the frill hanging out and its tail lay mutilated beside it,
Aaron my room mate said use it as a sacrifice for Isis in a potion.
Tonight I place the gift inside a cauldron, chanting the holy name
of the High Priestess to bless my spell with powers as deadly as poison.
I want you to know this.
I want you to visit me in dream world.
I yearn for this like a transitory passage
determined to carry me safely over turbulent waters.
I am certain as a stone that I will never cease
until I am back inside your magick circle.