A love so old.
A relationship from long ago.
Only time is what has aged.
Between the witches of the olden days.
Their spirits live on.
Through the witches of today.
Their spirits will never die.
Their voices never fade.
As one they speak.
As one they say.
The spells of old.
The magick of today.
The Mother Goddess holds everyone in her arms.
And never lets them stray.
The Maiden, Mother, and Crone.
All are one.
Just like the witches of old.
And the witches of new.
Together we stand.
And drink the witches' brew.
We are forever linked.
To the withces of old.
By the magick anew.
