Happy Halloween, from the Three Witches

Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.

Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty one
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.


Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.


Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Angel

Sweet touches rock my life.
From the depth of mind
And the days that once were
The lovely smiles
The ones who used to make my eyes widen
The ones who still do
I feel the blood and the pleasure
They all aid my calm
I could tell you stories of thankfulness
To lovers and friends
To thoughts and dreams
Making life and me more than it was
Bringing it all to the now
Which is a fight , because
Of course the main thing these days
Is the War against Insanity
But it isn’t one that is fought just to win
It is fought because to do otherwise
Would be a lie
The future truth
Will make whatever fight I have with
Stupidity
Moot.
And that day, when the smiles
And the love
And the happiness
Bring all the hopes together
Will be the day that I can let go of this
Which I carry
Everyday
Willingly.