Sarah Hogg

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at beltane the witches are there,
we dance and spiral without a care,
on the moor, we dance in the moonlight,
and in day we greet the light.
at candlemas the witches meet once more,
like at beltane, the dance you saw,
a circle of faith and trust,
take our hand and fly with us.

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no more room to grow,
nowhere left to go,
a day, a night, a life of woe,
i need to breath, my soul remains bare.
at last i can spread my wings,
and in the day i sing,
my song of magical things,
and my restless soul is content.

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the world in the day shall not hear this,
the world of the night see they not,
a wonder a wonders beholds us,
a world that once was forgot.
the footsteps of gods we shall follow,
the power of goodness within,
the secrets of old times are ours now,
they hide beneath our skin.
frozen in time is the old world,
and now it is restored fully at last,
the secrets of magic are with us,
i now hold the secrets of the past.

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my heart is the same as the maiden
beating strongly in my chest
my flesh is the same as the mother
making my stomach and breasts
my blood is the same as the crone
flowing blackly through my veins
i am a daughter of the goddess
i follow natures ways.

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the wind blows through the woods
making the leaves dance
the animals watch the wiccans
watching in a trance
the strange sweet smell of amber
smoke swirling in the woods
a witches festival
in the times when they could
but now the woods are empty
the animals still wait for the show
although the witches have vanished
their spirits will never go

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while they look at the world without truly seeing
we're working ourselves to a better being
and while they hear the world without truly listening
we watch the sun rise and the dew glistening
while they walk through the woods without really feeling
the floor they tread on we are kneeling.
we see the world much closer.

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