Her hair- black as a raven’s breast
Eyes glowing through orbs of green
She dances covertly in the dark of night
Where not another soul is seen
warbling a haunting, enchanted tune
Chanting, dancing around the fire
under light of a full evening moon
Questions lie on lips to desire
Is she malevolent or benevolent?
Never a soul has been so bold
to tell their story, too hesitant!
She possesses many powers, many tales
Lifting her hands as she chants
Red mist swirling, twirling behind her veil
Eyes brightening in orbs of green
Chilly mist crawling over her skin
Under an oak tree dancing unseen
Cloaked under her crimson, blood red shawl
Strange sounds and names uttered
as she boldly dances, chanting out her call
Wild, fierce, bold and free
Like a chameleon she changes
in red blazing firelight so unseen
Suddenly, the ground shakes with deafening roar
Bursts of electric blue, beam above her head
Voltaic forces join, shaking earth’s woodland floor
Down the path, robes flowing, blowing in the breeze
Many forces about, electrifying ground and air
Gathering together, chanting, dancing under the trees
Many denizens of this land astound
Warlocks and witches cast their magic here
as their caldron bubbles over ground
They come together from lake and fen
Here they meet from darkened lair
Ferny dells and rocky dens
“Make room”, they call in pitch black night
Bringing many potions to mix them well
Taking wool, wand, bone and eyes, what a fright!
Casting out and about their magic spells
Mixing tooth and tongue and nail
Under fire, water, earth and dung
They mix the caldron, hold the flail
Hemlock, henbane, adder’s blood
Chanting out “By thee we bound upon this road"!
Suddenly the spell’s been cannily brewed
Using blood, eyes, tongue of a toad
As quickly as they came, they hastily leave
Departing forest dark, entering private glades
Leaving once again, only to return
On another chilly, full October moon eve
they’ll chant, they'll brew their magic urns
"Merry Meet", they all say, as they make haste to leave