In my every witching hour
Day and even night
I'll embrace the power
with all my might
The trees have been whispering
secrets in my ears
The wind has been blowing spells
far and near.
My earth pulses with ancient power
And I am the one with every flower.
As I light a sprital candle, I feel the energy I call Upon the godddess and gods And feel their presence near me
I dance with the wolves with joy beneath the sky I feel the spirits all passing by. I know that I am not alone, and that the magic is all my own.
So in my witching hours
I will share my power
And know I am the one with all
And my magic will never fall
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Author:
Natalie Heisey (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Interesting and nicely expressed poem 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Title says it all
Magic write
Sure does 🙂
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