Witches birth
White and black one on her back laying on a stone so cold
Mystic sings with Celtic rhymes with moonlight shining below
Firelight that glows warm and bright soothing her soul
Coming of age so she can engage the only spell she knows
The bride that’s right with the covens might will help her grow
With spoken lines and ivy vines she prays with all her soul
For seeing the light the witches birth tonight as the group grows
Tranquil being is all she seeks as the circle begins to meet
A prayer answerwd at the hour now she is a enchanted flower.
Scott Baker
