Burning the Paper
Burning the Paper
When my cousin suggests it
I reluctantly agree
It isn't something
To be taken lightly
It works, it is powerful
He will pay
Balance will be restored
Our friend will be avenged
Of this I am certain.
We enlist my mother's help
It's one of the rare things
We agree upon
These things work better
With more people anyways
And the price we must pay
Will be lessened
I've not yet paid the piper
Knock wood.
My mother cuts the corners
My cousin draws what
She wants to happen
In the circle
She even writes it in words
Just in case
I set it ablaze
It burns straight
Nothing but ashes left
This is a good sign.
We burn cloves
And drop them into a
Glass of water
From which we all drink
Then empty the rest outside
A foreign ritual
To ward against witches.
When my cousin suggests it
I reluctantly agree
It isn't something
To be taken lightly
It works, it is powerful
He will pay
Balance will be restored
Our friend will be avenged
Of this I am certain.
We enlist my mother's help
It's one of the rare things
We agree upon
These things work better
With more people anyways
And the price we must pay
Will be lessened
I've not yet paid the piper
Knock wood.
My mother cuts the corners
My cousin draws what
She wants to happen
In the circle
She even writes it in words
Just in case
I set it ablaze
It burns straight
Nothing but ashes left
This is a good sign.
We burn cloves
And drop them into a
Glass of water
From which we all drink
Then empty the rest outside
A foreign ritual
To ward against witches.