Wicca

Among the most natural of things you could see The Practice of Wicca is something magickal to behold Something far greater in wonder than you or me Its a sight to see, or so I've been told This ancient craft is as old as our kind Yet the New Ones Sought to Kill the ones they said would sin They bear no grudge, they heed you no mind Forgiveness is the way of the Pagan, The world is to be worshiped But not admired from afar Unlike the bud of a rose a gardener has nipped The Beauty of the world, they seek to not mar