The Caudron with floating candles, and rose petals

Salem: The Black Cat window shopping for birdies

My Alter

The Alter table came from rubbish, I freely admit

Yet, after some clever crafting, it has no less than a high priestess fit

It is round, and ever willing to bend

It holds Magick and Wonders that never end

Upon it, I cast my peaceful ways

Lit candles burn there, through the nights and days

There is a rock, a shell, driftwood and sage

Incantations written in script on a parchment page

Oh holy alter, know all of my heart

Permit me to craft my sacred magic, how wondrous, thou art.