BOOK OF SHADOWS:

I invite you to amble in, come & have a look,

Come & traipse through the pages of my sacred book,

It is not the Holy Bible, Torah, nor Koran,

All of which are special & the history of every man.

My book is of all women, mother, child & crone,

Old, old tales of flesh, blood & ancient bone,

Secrets of old remedies, tinctures of all herbs,

How to talk to animals & how to fly with birds.

Infusions, salves & balsams, everything for ills,

Potions of love & luck & how to reverse all wills,

How to find a man, or birth that wanted son,

How to use the powers of the stars, moon & mighty sun.

Eye of newt, hair of stoat, the errant crocodile tears,

How to attract wealth & revoke your hidden fears,

Raven´s plume, serpent´s stone & cloven coveted hoof,

Spell to protect your kin & evil-proof your roof.

My book of shadows is not the Kells,

But knows the secrets of ancient wells,

It´s not of evil witch, nor dreaded Satan-feared,

Just of leather-bound wisdom, well-thumbed & old-dog-eared.

Wend your way through sacred pages,

And learn the wisdom of crones & sages,

Feel the power of crystal gems,

Touch the rustling leaves of Druid´s hems.

In my book you´ll find only love,

For creatures from below & above,

Of future, present & of knowledge past,

Linger awhile, don´t leave so fast.

You´ll learn of paw, feather & leaf,

Of forest, cloud & coral reef,

Of stars, planets, tribe & stone,

Of all about your original home.

This is my book of ancient lore,

Where you´ll learn of tomorrow & what went before,

In every page & chime of bell,

You’re blessed with love & all that´s well.