Another one about Witches that was written before I knew what a real Witch was. Again, it's fairly accurate.





Surround yourself
In the Song
Of Self,
A song that glimmers
In gold and silver,
Sparkling like dew
In the moonlight.

Find yourself
In the Dance
Of Death;
In its steps you will find
Your life, your source of breath,
Sacred and pure,
To be savored as the finest wine.

Those you call Witches
Are Singers and Dancers
Without fear of exploration of self.
By the time they find the Spirit within,
They have gone through all layers
Of light and dark
To discover Serenity in balance.



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