By Cheryl J. Brown
The heat of the night gives birth to manifestation; Candle work is slick with sweat and determination. Anointed oil is prepared for the moon. Herbs have been gathered, separated, and will be used soon. Hooded figures dance in anticipation. As intentions are read from their book of Revelation. By the blood of the calf, the spell work is complete; Out of the shadows creeps a beast that bows at their feet.
Cheryl J. Brown has been a lover of literature since she was a child. She studied mass communication at Winthrop University and in her spare time when she’s not writing short stories you can find her crafting poems with her beloved dog close by.
