witch hunts

witch hunts in woods

for feathers and stones

only in company of crows

barefooted and painted toes

tonight there will be a circle

ancient names to be called

in a circle so scared

no evil can cross it's threshold

witch hunts in the woods

for signs and wonders

and finds them in

the whisper of winds

and the bark of trees

the only sound, the song of bees

she is in a trance

she is already dancing a sacred dance

witch hunts in the forest

she uses no weapons of war

she uses the pure of her heart

and the wisdom of the spirit

she is feared for her art

but she is of gentle heart

a witch hunting in the forest

a priestess of mysteries...

(c) 2014 allen simpson