Ruling the moon and darkness
Back to back to back, she stands.
Sorceress to ghosts and earth
With torches firmly in her hands.
Sending fates like paper planes
Into the realms of the underworld,
Communicating with the dead
To predict a future unfurled.
With herbs and poisonous plants –
A Caesar salad made with malice,
Untraced by mortals of greed,
Drinking to her by golden chalice.
Guarding entry ways, yet
Never captured this one in three
By vintage camera nor through
The inventions of modernity.
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