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[agrippahipsta]

Here are some of my sketches of the great Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa! Really proud of these ones! :)

[agrippahipsta]

The Forgotten Leaf

I wandered over the hill,

On a frosty October morning,

Where maple leaves did spill,

The children gathered, foraging.

Rushing to the tree’s red leaves,

Like tending to the soldiers fallen,

They harvested with dirty sleeves,

Their loot into the basket went all in.

But as I approached the greedy bunch,

Where they circled around the tree,

The leaves underfoot made a crunch,

As they all moved to flee from me.

“Scary boy!” and “Sickly ghost!”

I heard them all tauntingly squeal,

But what really did hurt the most,

Is that they thought I could not feel.

As I looked at them running with joy,

Those maple leafed thieves,

I realized that it was I, the haunted boy,

Who was the most forgotten of the forgotten leaves.

V.F.

[agrippahipsta]

“Now the instrument of inchanters [enchanters] is a most pure harmoniacall [harmonic] spirit, warm, breathing, living, bringing with it motion, affection, and signification […] And therefore Magicians inchanting things are wont to blow, and breath [breathe] upon them the words of verse, or to breath in the vertue [virtue] with the spirit, that so the whole vertue [virtue] of the soul be directed to the thing inchanted [enchanted], being disposed for receiving the said vertue [virtue].”

-Agrippa, Agrippa’s Three Books of Occult Philosophy