She talked about my aura the first moment we met.

Her tarot is always ready and her runes an easy throw.

She can read your future, it's easy for her to know.

We like to play the Ouija and reveal the mystery words.

We like to dance in moonlight and fly like shimmering birds.

We make love in a pyramid and chant form an ancient book.

When the doors are blown wide open we dare to take a look.

Herbal tea is her specialty, love potions just a sideline.

She tells me my planetary state as it relates to my rising sign.

She hypnotizes me sometimes to help remember my past lives.

Nothing like a should regression to get me in touch with the vibes.

Her spells are legendary, she brings luck to her friends.

Power objects, lucky charms, all of these she gladly lends.

But, never try to cross her, I felt the heat one day.

The burning, blistering, fiery breath because I got in her way.

She don't do black magic. She worships the Goddess, you see.

I'm not entirely convinced, but I know when to say "Blessed Be."

I never want to lose her out among the celestial sights.

She's the eternal feminine, luring me to spiritual heights.

Cast my fortune to the wind, occult baby where you been?