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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
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
THE WITCHE'S DANCE ON CLAWBOROUGH ROAD
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
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
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