𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲
𝘣𝘺 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘈𝘯𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘷𝘰
I warned her, “Gillian, leave him alone.
Bewitching men is fun but keep control.”
She didn’t listen. Fell in love and broke
Our rules. Abandoned her familiar, too.
All Hallows Eve the harvest moon shone red.
We chirred dark songs for her with rattling bones,
Ignited ceremonial henbane,
Amassed charged graveyard water. Then, by stealth,
We slipped inside his home, snuffed his candle.
Sweet incense of annihilation rose.
Perhaps he magicked her more than she him?
Infatuation is unknowable.
Emotions lack strategic wherewithal.
The coven must protect frail kith and kin
Who can’t envisage misadventure’s cure.