Salem's Ground
Here I stand with my sisters.
We call upon the ancient one.
Near me, I know.
Something will greet us soon.
My hands raised to the sky.
I cry out to our mother.
We invite her into our circle.
We ask for blessings upon us.
Our sacred ground
is ours for a reason.
We meet on this full moon's night,
to speak to our ancestors.
I am happy to be given a family,
from the one who blessed us.
For we are the ones who weren't destroyed.
We shall rise once more.
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