The Wiccan at Night
Swirling blaze
Yearning for the moon
I whisper a simple prayer
That seemingly
Knowing the Gods
Never rises
Will hear
Whispering
Chills nip at my skin
My love sick
As I call the spirits to join
Ballad
In camaraderie
As I watch the sun set
Trees bow to the force
And the moons bright gaze
Of the wind
Shine down
And I twirl in its
Blessing those who walk
Sweet embrace
Alone Passions of the dark Caressing me And my heart longs for the Power My soul belongs to the Night My mind slips to the “Between” realms And magic rides the air Thick in the Atmosphere My heart leaps in blithe As I circle around the