it's
an idea
whose
time has come,

a myth
who has put
in the time.

some
witches
brew
a
burning
love,
and
voodoo
too.

let's
shoot
out the
light
and
vibrate
into the
darkest
of nights.

three
hundred
and
sixty
five
days
of the
year.

fire
works
explosion
juxtaposing,

a fresh
new life,
a brand
new year.