Seventh of sixth got a rising whift,
Plumes of smoke for the air to shift.
Wheeling and dealing,
fixing and healing.
People arising with soot on their ceiling.
Laughter and dancing,
Singing and prancing.
A full mooned sky,
with plenty to fry.
meanwhile I was just necromancing.
Is it against the law to be read?
use respect gained from talking to the dead?
I tried to be just,
just forgive and forget.
but now its gone in – deep into my head.