October Rust Perfume Oil
Autumn in her flaming dress,
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves.
My mistress of the frigid night,
I worship pray to on my knees.
Winter's breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown,
Have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan friend,
Nature coming full circle.
Pumpkin, Cloves, Nutmeg, Burnt Leaves