The witching hour is upon us! It’s October, and that means all the dark, dangerous and crafty events keep us bedecked in black and blood. Oh, it’s a wonderful time to be virtually alive in SL! Time to dust off “The Craft” and get in the mood…
Inside angel, always upset Keeps on forgetting that we ever met Can I bring you out in the light My curiosity’s got me tonight
You’re just too sweet till you get on my nerves and hurt like cavity You left a bad taste in my mouth, my Sour Patch Kid You and me, it’s no mystery, no magic trick Let me hear this broken record again, just press repeat
I can be your new favorite waste of time, and you’ll be mine All I want is your attention, it’s all the same thing Are you in? What’s it gonna be? Don’t roll with the punches, make it hard for me baby
Drop you like a needle on the record, scratch my itch Watch you walk in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record, flip my switch Go around in circles, hit the beat
My heart is screaming out, leave me alone Just don’t start, we’ll work it out tomorrow We can kick and fight, stay up all damn night Thinking you and I are enemies But these dark skies are gonna be clear Just save it til morning
The thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.
The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.
Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.