The Witches Road Halloween freestyle

The Witches Road              
https://youtube.com/watch?v=HVxM_JNq6io        
Plz listen while reading.             
             
Take what’s mine then give it back              
with everything that’s yours,              
the world is ever changing              
it’s knocking at your door              
             
the witches they are coming,              
you cannot run or hide,              
beware the wicked witches              
are seeing through your eyes              
             
the sky is turning dark now              
the wind is harsh and fierce,              
beware the witches calling              
that’s singing in your ears                 
             
             
 

I beg the Moon  
Transform me  
Spread all my blood  
upon thy  
Reveal to me  
my secret  
I now reclaim  
I seek it  

 
 
I beg you, Zeus  
Transform me  
Let the Full moon  
dance for me  
Make me one  
oasis  
for all my selves  
and places  
 
 
 
 
 
I'm moving in  
and out of  
my darkness' nest  
my life's mold  
where all the stars  
are married  
and stoned  
with  
no debit  
 
 

 
After the celebration around the bonfires
the witches usually disperse
taking with them the energy and magic
they have gathered during the ritual.

The flames begin to die down
and the heat from the fire fades into a soft glow.
The witches, still shrouded in a cloak
of mystery and power, begin to bid each other farewell.

Some may exchange words of wisdom
or small incantations for protection and good fortune.

As the night progresses
each witch makes her way
perhaps to a nearby grove or to her hidden home.
The air still carries the scent of burning herbs
and the echo of chanting.

The energy of the ritual lingers in the body
as a silent reminder of the power that has been invoked.

Some witches may spend time in meditation,
reflecting on the intentions they have cast
into the fire and the answers they hope to receive.
Others may gather in small groups to share stories,
and experiences, strengthening the bonds of sisterhood.

And so, night turns into dawn
and the magic of the witches blends with the silence
of nature until a new day begins to dawn.

The coven wade through depths of ruin
To reach the clearest cove
over blackened vines
the moon still shines
Amidst the bleakest grove

Earth and water, fire and air
From east unto the south
The witches convey
A ritual soirée
Of chortle from thy mouth

Hail to the watcher of the noblest divine
And the power of exquisite volition
Invoking the page
Of the fairest of sage
An element of the commission

We call upon the devils quill
That writ this salutation
The runes are cast
The chalice passed
Seven chakra’s to awaken

The cauldron sips on coercive quips
To secure a divination
The eye of newt
And ghoulish root
The tang of incantation

The bubbling oils and mixing of spoils
To enrich the poisoned wine
A dash of bat leather
And a wren tail feather
To hobble the souls that dine

Sticks and stones and the sheerest of moans
tether the souls of this earth
The ravens still swoon
in the dimmest of moon
They hear us! They fear our rebirth!

A curse to taint the spectre’s hymn
A rhyme enchants their sigil
The hex ensnares
as the tempest flares
the passion at the vigil

The witches flash their fertile vim
To flay inherent tones
Ascent to damn
While the pentagram
Invigorates their bones
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