Witches' Glen

Through the woods, no path I need, the third eye guides my flighting feet;  Whispers past my open ears do tell of what I know now nears; Magick brews and colors flow, the flame under the cauldron grows; 
With open arms and open minds, the kindred greet when I arrive; 
The circle now is quite complete, in Witches' Glen merry meet.
©Maria Christine