Witches

The still of the night,

the stir of the leaves,

The moon shining bright,

glinting in the eaves,

The spirits were here,

they had heard us call,

The hour was near,

to redeem us all,

For witches they called us,

and stones they threw,

Forever a menace,

but we always knew

Our souls were one,

with the light of the earth,

And we could summon,

the Gods of death and of birth,

We danced and chanted,

in the light of a flame

And the forest responded,

alive it became

till the spirits rose within

the flickering fire,

And we stepped in

into our divine pyre

Finally at rest

with the source of our soul

T'was the end of our quest,

to become whole.