Bone stew

The leaf has fallen from the withered weathered branch. And the wind has carried over to the fires ember spark. My soul is whole and half on empty. I feel fulfilled but needs me plenty to overcome this incident. My bones are tied with marjoram. I take a lock of your hair. I cast my spell. Witchcraft so dainty.

I'm not a bitch but I will see that my plan will be understood. Understand my destiny is la di da. Without the hair and stoogey foolish porridge. I need Mt soul to expand and constand to understand my journey.