Poetry. She loved to read poetry and even tried writing her own at times. Like a secret, she kept it close to her heart and never shared it with anyone. For today, she had spent the last week writing a poem. It was traditionally witchy. Very on-brand.

Spirits of the night, I beseech thee,

Find favor with mine call and summons,

On the seven winds I beg thee travel,

And greet me in mine presence,

For a speaking of things that need bespoke,

From this moment hence,

Thy powers do I wish invoke, For things that need be done.*

Please please please please come.