Flaga

Neither a fan of Aynnes Rice

or Rand, Flaga

came of age when

making ladies

clutch their pearls really 

meant something.

On good authority, we have it

that she’s she has been

maligned, mis-

understood,

made to

escape

from certain

circles before the bell jar

was even invented.

How mortified she is

by these kids

today

with their Wicca

& their hairless

familiars.  These covens

don’t even pay

tribute:

they just release

limited-

edition enamel

badges cadged from

late-80s sci-fi cartoons &

tattoo each other’s knuckles

with sewing needles & India ink.

Back in her day, runes

burnt into skin meant safety

from enemies' flame
& could maybe

pull down the

moon if evening’s frogsong

was just wrong enough.

Don’t even think of approaching

her cauldron or ratty
broom.  Flaga has been 
demanding the enormous
statue of Baphomet 
get off her lawn for decades
now.  

Perhaps you'd be interested
in one of the unholy 
water defilers Flaga
sells at deeply discounted
prices?