17th of January –Season 3 EARLY MONDAY MORNING Blackcat Mathunzi had never been much of a teacher, but unfortunately for him, practicing this ancient form of African Occultism came with a price. It was a disclaimer of sorts: Everything you have learnt must be passed on to another; a worthy successor who will become more wiser and far more powerful. Blackcat admittedly never liked this part of the practise. Why couldn’t he...

Over twenty years ago I found a spell-book of a white witch. I looked through the spells listed and there were many interesting spells in the text. There were spells to win affection and to keep people from harming themselves and many others. (Every time I tried to cast the augur to receive love, I got interference from a specific individual that ruined the casting. You might think she was interfering because she was the...

“Nooo… what are you doing?” Mary called out, panic gripping her as she watched the scene before her unfold. The woman turned slowly to face her, her expression blank as she observed Mary with curiosity. She raised one hand toward Mary – the one that was not buried in the other girl’s blood-soaked chest – fingers curling slowly shut as she continued to study the girl who had interrupted her macabre ritual. Mary’s hand flew...

Sitting in my bedroom Mad as bloody hell Thinking about making a voodoo doll And casting a dark magic spell Now please don't think I'm evil Usually, I'm not I went to church a time or two Not sure when though I forgot Would I be a sinful girl If I went ahead with this dark deed? Surely given the circumstances God would understand my need Isn't he all forgiving Able to wash away our sins? I've convinced myself, that's for...

Moonlight edged through the tree branches high overhead, as the wind howled through them bringing a sharp cold slap to her face. Darkness seeped under the canopy far above, shrouding the world in shadow. There was one small flicker of light that illuminated the cover that encased it.Her fingers grew numb, holding the iron candle holder. A dark blue candle for banishing glowed with enough light to illuminate her pale face,...

Evil is as evil does  Wicked witches speak in tongues  Spewing forth their bilious spells  Creating their special hells You may think these crones exist  Just inside the tales of Grimm  Sadly, though, that's not the case  A Witch will often hide her face The ugly hag is in the heart  While casting out her nasty charms  The clue is not a pointed hat  Or warty chin  Or midnight cat Since where they are you might not see  A...

Witches, eh? Those strange folk, running around, worshipping Satan, sacrificing goats, listening to heavy metal, drinking the blood of the virgin and killing without mercy. Boils and pustules, warts and flying broomsticks. Death and chaos, killing everything in their path in a selfish need to exist. I’m a witch.I look quite nice, actually. I get the occasional spot and occasionally eat blood, in the form of black pudding...

(Wine and Roses) Pan comes piping cloven hooves high-steppin' it white flutter-by maidens ring in on the changes enchanted in the glade of interleaved filtering a sun-dappled glen where she sits composing a secret audience the river laughing nearby harmonizes with tiger-lilies and tickled trout swimming against the beat cricket castanets drone keeping rhythm, beating time and time has flown the knave of hearts fans out ac...

Amanda the green witch very gently squeezed Yew berry to bewitch vile mortals who deserved to die by drinking brown- black seeds venting her wrath into the vat, her gown splashed by the boiling broth. Death Cap, Panther Cap a Pinch of, Fly Agaric Destroying Angel a Swirling deadly magic Peering through her window. Alfred whispered lets drag Her out, and get her crow And we will burn the hag Amanda stirred in some black ni...