If a djinn could grant
My only three wishes
Your soul I'd enchant
With limitless riches

With boundless visions
Of dancing witches cast-
Ing, fire from spliffs, this
Grass smokes so delicious

Smoke's so capricious
Swirling in wind like thoughts
Gone in an instant
Winds lost to our vision

Make your decision.
Signed in blood, your silver
Lined medallion
Mark of the magician.

Reconciliation
Ravens speak with dogs teeth
Cleansing breathe of fire
Bless my intuition.