The Witch
A Witch I am, a witch I'll stay.
I'll work alone till my dying day.
But then return I will
for I am a forever soul.
I travel now both far and wide.
I need no car or broom to ride.
For these are man made material modes.
I travel by night on the wind alone.
The moon is my mother,
she rules the earth,
she is the one who gave us birth.
My work will continue for eons of time,
With the thousands of others
around the earth,we continue our work.
which will continue till peace is won.
We work for good, for positive ways,
Trying to dispens negative rays.
Till man sees the destruction he
is creating most of his days.
My mother the moon, looks down and weeps,
at the peaceful way the evil ones sleep.
Her tears fall down and in density seep.
As Chaos is growing on every side.
There will be nowhere for man to hide.
But we will continue our work to do,
To try to help our mother through.
And we all vow to continue our rede.
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Author Explanation: The witches Rede is:-AND HARM YE NONE, DO WHAT YE
WILL. The destruction of the earth should be in everyones thoughts. Witches try
to spread positive loving thoughts through the world to try to bring harmony. If all
the leaders of all the countries would keep positive loving thoughts for their
people there would be no wars.
Copyright © Ann Goodman | Year Posted 2007
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