01/04/2026
An incantation for safest travel:
By neon oath and highway bone,
By lashes sharp and sequins sewn,
Hear us now, O glittered fates,
As engines hum and darkness waits.
Let tires kiss the asphalt true,
Let maps not lie, let skies stay blue—
Or bruise but pass, like powdered eyes
After the storm has had its cries.
From airport gate to motel door,
From loading dock to ballroom floor,
Bind luck in ribbon, thick and red,
Around each crown-bound, a fearless head.
If fate should flicker, lights should die,
If storms should crawl across the sky,
Turn omen into standing ovation,
Turn fear into fierce affirmation.
Spare no queen, no crew, no kin—
Let missed flights land. Let gas tanks grin.
Let wigs arrive. Let gowns survive.
Let every traveler find safe arrive.
And if misfortune dares to stare,
Let it blink first. Let it beware.
For this road is claimed, this journey sealed,
By blood-red lips and mirrors revealed.
So say we now, in chorus tight,
Under marquee and brightest buzzing light:
Luck, arise. Protection stay.
All roads lead safe to this coven gay—
and no one is soon to be turned away.
