25th November 2025

“I dipped into the dark for this poem….”

The cross roads beckon and the night is dark hiding the souls of old.
The ancient ones, the ones of kin, secure under the veil.
An ancient tomb in an old burial ground shows itself this eve, but only this eve.
The Baron wishes so it shall be, as it is said then shall be done, as is his want.
Papa waits upon the roads where life and death cross over.
Step well, step wisely, and know thy way upon the voodoo path.
Papa knows which night, and time when the way is clear to cross.
A cross of bones, a ghastly skull, a doll of twigs with grinning mask – may help but yet may not.
Take a bag made just by you and burn it to the fire.
A pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, some hair of those whom wronged you, some melted wax to bind secure, some words to chant as firelight flickers.
Be careful though just what you wish for.
Be true and just in action.
Be wise in thought, be brave in deeds, be clear in mind and soul.
Whatever you wish, it truly will be, and no return of any thinking.
The nights are dark and inner power comes easy on this earthly plain for those whom know the ways.
The Loas wait, the Loas watch yet be careful what you give them. They may want more than is bargained for, have a few tricks up your sleeve.
When all is done and night is day and the black flame has returned.

Only then and truly then you will know of all there is to come….

 

Added 10th March 2026

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