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 we merry meet.

 M. McKenzie ©2005