There was a flash,

a trigger of thought,

a vibration of joy,

as I saw the Book of Witches

.

There was a howling inside,

Wake up! Wake up!

as I recalled the urges,

and the smell of Brimstone

.

There was a path once revealed,

long forgotten; lower yields,

upon the face of Lady Death,

my Mistress; I place my lips

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