Clock my magick eyes
that have dared to dream 
new realms, those open deserts
where my lion’s paw steps 
with ease. 

I’ve come to claim my demons, 
to lay within the night,
knowing it was never
mine to quit but love, 
and love again in 
will’s embrace. 

Fashioning 
rituals with heavy 
perfume, bringing 
the sense to dance 
in the astral circle, 
moving clear through 
the rules you keep. 

See my magick mind, 
untouched by your bold 
suggestions. Wise as the
serpent and free as the
bird. Keep your steel
box opinions and side-eyed
shards.

My gods wear colour as
cloaks, dressing for show,
running down the rays
of the sun, on hot fur,
on days that won’t
come again.