The Pentagram

Opening her family’s grimoire,
the enchantress searches for the spell.
She calls on her craft, drawing power
from the elements, and conjures
the mystic powers buried deep inside.

Around her, the tall trees
act as protectors and keep
the witch safe as she begins the spell.

She carries a necklace
with a brilliant citrine stone,
a dangerous talisman
to all who come in contact with it.
Loss.
Pain.
Death.
This is what the necklace brings
to the one who wears it.

A single, crystal tear slides down the witch’s cheek
as she walks in a circle, then places four objects
on the ground in the shape of a star:
a bowl of clear, cold water,
a burning candle, its wax melting into the grass,
a pile of dirt smelling earthy and warm,
a feather, light as the element it represents,
and she stands at the head of the star:
the fifth element – spirit.

When she opens her arms and points them
towards the heavens, the pentagram
bursts into flames around her,
and licks at her legs.
She doesn’t feel the burn.

The flames burn bright red,
and they grow taller,
nearly engulfing the surrounding trees.

As she tosses the talisman above her head,
she screams only one word:
“Incendia!”

The evil has been destroyed.