The power locked inside of me
spreads its wings
and rides away free
in the shape of fire
softly it burns
screaming red and orange
until it bursts through the night sky
its sillowette against the moon
a halloween witch
on her beson she flies
trailing wild magic.
No hooked nose or green skin
adorn her pure face
twisting and turning
back down to earth.
Skins on her back
she is the huntress
powerful and fierce
as she fights for her right to live.
Equal as any man
equal to the God himself.
Wiccans energy joins together
to prise the threefold Goddess
sweet voices rise in tribute
"come hear our song,
come see our view,
bless us now,
as we bless you."
Author notes
Written June 4th, 2006
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