Witch.

[witchscauldron]

amber-lit
under full moon's eye
fey-framed leaves
whisper
smoke curling, winding
twisted spirits fly
a familiar dance

the standing stone
an ancestral calling
shapes sliding like shadows
in midnight skies
intricate, ancient
steady
slow chant rises
spell sings

cauldron beckons
waters deepen
the void waits you
staredown
night's reflection
power beckons
where will it take you?

only the witch knows.

-M.

Comments

[cbasalt.livejournal.com]

ooh... that brings a chill to my spine and makes me miss the moon's warm glow on my skin.