Witch’s Song
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1 min readJan 31, 2017
Soon the moon
Will run and hide.
The sun will bide
Its tide upon the earth
And warm, or charm or harm
The child upon the rock.
Oh child,
Hold tight,
Ignore the light,
Embrace the brightness of the night.
Forget the dawn that hovers on the hill
And brings ill news of age and death and sorrow,
Grasp this earth tonight,
Forget tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes
Unbidden,
Unwelcome,
Unforgiven.
Soon the moon
Will run and hide,
The sun will bide
Its tide upon the earth.
Circle by circle,
Day by day,
Unless you stay,
You’ll lose your way.
The world is wide,
The way is long:
No place,
No time, to hide.
Hark my song,
Hark the magic of my tune,
Embrace the moon,
Stay, my child, stay.
