Fire (Nov 14th,2003) Poem by Nicholas McDonough

Craft the spell in the fire,
Craft it well weave it higher,
Weave it now of shining flame,
None shall come to hurt or maim,
None shall pass this fiery wall,
None shall pass now, none at all,
By the pentagram I wear,
Water, fire, earth and air,
With this pentagram I lay
Protection here both night and day,
And the ones who shall not touch,
Let their fingers burn and twitch and such,
Ruled by spirit as all shall be,
I now invoke the law of three,
As I speak and him in me,
This is our will, so mote it be.
A spell is a spell,
This works just as well,
A curse is a curse,
I could do much worse,
These are our mirror protection,
I've used my discretion,
I could be far worse,
and send this demon's curse.