THE WITCHES BALLAD
Oh, I have been beyond the town, Where nightshade
black and mandrake grow,
and I have been and I have seen What righteous
folk would fear to know!
For I have heard, at still midnight, Upon the
hilltop far, forlorn,
With note that echoed through the dark, The
winding of the heathe horn.
And I have seen the fire aglow, And glinting
from the magic sword,
And with the inner eye beheld The Horned One,
the Sabbat's lord.
We drank the wine, and broke the bread, And
ate it in the Old One's name.
We linked our hands to make the ring, And
laughed and leaped the Sabbat game.
Oh, little do the townsfolk reck, When dull
they lie within their bed!
Beyond the streets, beneath the stars, A merry
round the witches tread!
And round and round the circle spun, Until
the gates swung wide ajar,
That bar the boundaries of the earth, From
faery realms that shine afar.
Oh, I have been and I have seen In magic worlds
of Otherwhere.
For all this world may praise or blame, For
ban or blessing nought I care.
For I have been beyond the town, Where meadowsweet
and roses grow,
And there such music did I hear As worldly-righteous
never know.
~*~NEVER
AGAIN
THE
BURNING
TIMES~*~
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