The Wild Witch and the Dance of Bones
The moon ascends from her primal cave,
And my feet twitch in excitement.
For this is the long-awaited call
I become a wild witch once more.
With your winds of change,
Blowing me free of what has passed,
Dancing in the delight of freedom.
Spiraling joyfully towards the darkness that is my truth.
Spinning onwards to Hekate’s Cave,
The font of magick and mystery.
The spirits of the season join me and the leaves, in our delight,
Knowing deep in our souls that we are connected,
In our pursuit of the deeper truths.
Swirling wildness embraces me,
Our dance calls forth the spirits,
Of the departed and the mighty,
Night wandering under the pale light of the moon,
Onwards, our steps in harmony,
Towards the crossroads where we shall pass through the threshold,
Into our Mistresses’ sacred cave,
Do you hear their call? In autumn, the spirits summon the witch to their Dance of Bones, where all is reduced to our soul-truth and from whence we can be […]
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