Four noble witches down in the glen
Gather at twilight-time to begin
Chanting to light the fires within
Prepping the cauldron for use therein
One gives the bones of a love now lost
One donates gold to cover the cost
One offers herbs refreshed from the frost
One offered wine while chanting her prost
Once they disrobed, they danced by the fire
While the cauldron seethed in fierce desire
Weaving magic with all they aspire
Giving their spell room to transpire
Dancing beneath the eye of the moon
These four women began to commune
Lost within a mysterious tune
Of which the cauldron tried to attune
The witches danced ‘til dawn’s early light
Blessing the magic conceived that night
When they were through, I watched them take flight
But their spell, my friends, is not mine to cite
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Published by Erynn Crittenden
In love with the written word, Erynn pursued her passion and graduated from NSU with a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019. Now, she spends her time writing for her website, working as a part-time copywriter, and enjoying the challenges of being a stay-at-home mother.
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