Advice for magick men trespassing in the night

How I adore when the night becomes day,
But the witching hour is my favorite time to stay,
When the electric chills tickle my fingers,
When that spectral moon magick deftly lingers.

Darkness of thought makes hexes in mind
To which most people have always been blind,
But I’ve witnessed that sparkle of mystique
And I cherish times people think of as bleak.

Alas men are unfavored in the light of the moon
So if you’re one and you ought not be a loon,
Then your step into darkness must be unflawed
For you’re no longer protected by the Horned God.

Once you’ve cast wards and scried a location,
Brought your banes and veiled your body in illusion,
Locked your grimoire and packed iron chalk,
Then you’re ready to begin your warlock walk.

Sneaking in the wake of the Triple Goddess
Whose trail is left by the dragging of her dress,
You must track from far back as not to catch sight
For I’d sooner die than suffer her wicked spite.

Leave cream on your step and don’t cross lines
As Oberon and Titania pass and leave signs,
Like yew at midwinter and toadstools of fame
And a poor lost man who gave Robin his name.

Oh, those unseelie fae are my favorite sort
But don’t forget iron when stepping in their court
As I’ve glimpsed their methods to steal our souls
And practice on demons who share their goals.

If you’ve a desire then they already know it
So be cunning to a fault and better their wit.
Every word you speak could make you a goner
But I adore cutting deals they regret they must honor.

Know their rules and twist them to your liking
Practice shifting like Loki tricked every Viking,
But if you’re a virgin then I’d just say sleep
Because one night out there is already too deep.

Tricky are those who wander magick hours
So I recommend listening to the sunflowers
Who wake when it is safe to step into the night
Between the witching hour and the very first light.