See her walk down the aisle,
With the winds at her command,
And the air bending to her wills .
An original Wiccan of blue blood.
The world oblivious to her strength,
Paying no attention to her aura.
Disregarding the power in her palms
Yet always to the rescue with her stone.
In the Cupid’s stone lies her energy and strength,
In her stone resides the solution to our fantasies
This Wiccan’s stone is the saviour we seek.
A mystery from ages past, a pleasure of time present.
Written by Comfort Ositelu, Creative Writer at Core Magazine Africa
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