A witches poem
Down the pathway
Deep in the woods…
There are two witches
Evil and good
As I arrive closer
I hear their chatter
As their arms rise higher
Their voices get louder
They call on their gods
They call on their goddess
They call on their sisters
From up above…
The burning of the fire
I now can see clear
With spirits among them
I feel no fear….
The sacred ground
I will take my stand
For I will be
The power of three…
For we are here
And we are near
Till the end
Of eternity…
