The story is told since days of old
That Witches convene under the Full Moon
Where they sing and dance while holding hands
And celebrate the magic of their wombs
They speak with flowers in the midnight hours
Conjuring potions with powerful herbs
Casting spells and charms that mean us no harm
Loving Intentions in every word
Twice upon a dream I visited this scene
I found my sisters were waiting for me there
Dressed in long black gowns, adorned in flower crowns
On top of Raven Colored Hair
Earth under our feet, fiery souls so sweet
Then suddenly the wind turns chillingly cold
Go now Quickly, move lightly and swiftly
It’s time to return to our home
Hearth fire burning, the cauldron was churning
Floors made up of cobblestone
We gathered once more, frantic, unsure
The memory chills me to the bone
Just stick to the plan, we will be together once again
This place is no longer safe
Forever my sister, I love you we whisper
Leave now, we must make haste
Knives out they’re coming, we have to start running
Savagely they lust for our blood
Yet we are the heathens they leave broken and beaten
Even though our power is pure love
Alone in the dark I was stabbed in the heart
They painted my black dress red
I watched in a mirror all the blood shimmer
As they left me there for dead
Here in this life I lay awake in the night
Curiously afraid of the dark
No mirrors in sight under the Full Moon light
To reflect my bleeding heart
They say dreams aren’t always what they seem
But I can still hear my coven calling
I’ll see you all soon under the light of the Full moon
When I drift off to that alternate reality
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.