An outlaw, the masculine form of a mysterious woman.
Everything about him will invite you in.
Eyes made of fire, his heart guarded with a gun.
He was crafted for the wandering soul.
Be careful; you’re in for a toll.
The Witch’s Cupboard
Mixed in his whiskey cup;
A splash of bay leaf to send him with all your wishes.
Inhale a bit of tobacco & listen as he dishes.
Patchouli will lightly dance around,
& a dab of oakmoss will drown.
Herbs dancing in the background
Stems cut from pipsissewa lay down the path.
Sprinkles of oak for his wrath.
Bark from an oak tree wraps his bones.
Crushed Red Roses to pay off his loans.