Hold up the crystal.
See who will die this winter.
Catch a floating apple.
See who will die this winter.
Cut the moneyed cake.
See who dies this winter.
This is the night of games.
This is the night when the curtain
lifts briefly in the wind of stars.
This is the night when the veil
shreds in the wine’s shards.
This is the night when we gaze
Into the face of the black mirror.
This is the night of prophecies.
The black mirror is a glass
Veil over a deep well.
This black mirror is a glass.
Eye from an old skull.
The black mirror is a glass
Jewel in the ring of time.
This is the night the glass breaks.
From the book Seasons of the Witch by Patricia Monaghan 2004, page 138
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