She sings, gestures and dances about
Drawing down the moon
Spiraling faster, releasing doubt
Upon the sand dunes.
This is a place she knows so well
To think of it... she sighs
She continues her dance
While so entranced
The witch with the lovely blue eyes.
She sends her magick across the seas
To aid in healing and love
Spells, poppets, magick teas
Are released on the wings of a dove.
Her rituals are done on the misty shores
Adding to the mystique
Between the worlds, she opens doors
With chants that are so unique.
"Hail to the guardians"... we hear her say
Quarter calls rise in the air
To keep unwanted spirits at bay
Making sure the watchtowers are there.
She works her magick within the circle
An eclectic witch is she
A little of this, A little of that
All ended with blessed be.
She thanks and releases the guardians now
In power... they will leave
They've lended and attended her circle tonight
Keeping watch over the magick
she weaved.
If you're ever on the ocean shores at night
And the mist is kissing your face
And the glow from the moon is your only light
As you start to quicken your pace
No need to fear, no need to shiver
If you listen, you'll hear a sigh.
You're feeling the effects
of magick released
By the witch with the beautiful blue eyes....
