Poetry By Willow Dancer





"The Witches Wrath"


A warning plank is hanging there
to go not past, but if you dare,
tread lightly on the marshes path
provoke ye not the witches wrath.

Look just beyond the fallen elm
lines that mark the witches realm.
A magick place, a sacred ground
ye silent stay be honor bound.

For sisters three the circle tend
chanting spells into the wind,
herbs and roots, a healing prayer
gold or silver is the fare.

And as you go the secret keep
or visions come to you in sleep,
tread lightly on the marshes path
provoke ye not the witches wrath.

Willow Dancer
08 - 31 - 04 Copyright 2004


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