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Wiccan Rede
Bide the wiccan laws we must
In perfect love and perfect trust.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:
"and ye harm none, do what ye will."
Lest in self-defense it be,
Ever mind the law of three.
Follow this with mind and heart,
and merry ye meet
and merry we part.

Witch's Brew
When I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the witches brew will keep,
'til in the morn when I can sweep,
all the evil that we keep,
bundled up all nice and neat,
just outside the culdren's heat
wisked away in the morning light,
so we can do it again tonight.

Morning Steps
With each deep breath that I take
my body fills with early morning life.
With every barefooted step that I place
upon the soft green grass,
my senses fill with Mother Earth's
faint waking calls.
With every new dawn,
I feel my spirit growing stronger.

The Witch's Trial
They called her a witch,
they called her a hag,
they called her the devil's bride.
Whipping and cutting and stretching her hide.
Tortures unbelivable put upon her skin.
Never agreeing that she had sinned,
only saying she'd never give in.

Stay With Me
Leaving so soon?
No,no that won't do.
Sit back, relax, have a cup of tea,
soon it won't matter,
you won't need to flee.
Your mind will soon drift,
and you will forget
the urgency you feel for this speedy flight.
In my company you can relax,
there will be no reason to feel this fright.
So lay your tired soul down,
it's ok for sleep tonight.

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