Dearest, Tituba. (Le Voir N. Lewis

Dearest, Tituba. (Le Voir N. Lewis - New Orleans, LA)

Dearest, Tituba, hear my voice; my crafty and powerful love.
I come speaking to you in dreams around midnight
with warnings from above.
Beware of the mysteries and omens that surround you.
Be watchful, for old foes await.
I can no longer take care of you from the evil that will ensnare you,
and the sinister eyes from Hell’s gate.

There’s a personal vendetta and the revenge is sweet,
stay watchful for the amethyst eyes.
A personal score is unfinished and pending,
you possess an eternal prize.
I can’t disclose who your enemies are and how many,
but your foes are from centuries past.
Dating back to Barbados and pain and in Salem bound by chains,
before you taught Liz Proctor how to magically cast.

Seek Marie’s guidance and omnipotent sight
to aid you in the battle along the way.
Assemble and staff fellow witches of the Dark Craft
for perilous danger will greet you at any day.
Remember your power, Dearest Tituba, and your strength
for our descendants’ lives are at stake.
Be watchful and waiting, always anticipating
the enemy’s plan to snatch lives and innocent souls to take.

I can only be with you before the evil befalls you,
and the sinister warriors approach this place we call home.
For the battle will happen outside your front door,
invading your privacy at evening’s soft gloam.
Dearest, Tituba, be wise and cunning,
have witches ready and at your behest.
Be bold with great pride, using the Dark Craft as your guide.
May Gaia protect you witches and keep you blessed.

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