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Together we chant our sacred spells
and further strengthen our ancient bonds.
Our power grows like a mighty tree
alongside our enduring faith in one another.
Under the glowing moon’s rays,
We call upon our ancestors,
The ones lost to fire & brimstone.
The woods whisper our secrets
and we shout them up at the stars.
The flora & fauna surround us
in a harmony that’s existed
since the dawn of time.
Our magic bathes us in our past, present & future at once,
a crystal ball of existence.
A coven woven together,
from the bloodlines ashed by ignorance,
Reborn in siblinghood.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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