Witch's Story

Witch’s Story You were evilest of the evil Controlling earth, wind, fire and water Your kind persecuted young children And brought virtuous men into sin You were hunted by good men Tried on the filmiest of evidence And burned surrounded by jeers and drinking But times have changed ever so slowly Your kind still exists Gone are the stereotypes of so long ago You are no longer feared or hated You still belong to nature And you teach others of your beliefs Wicca is a miracle in itself Surviving persecution and death It became a symbol of love, faith and peace And you are proud to be a witch