Ode To Witches One

Some Say They Just Love Their Bitches

I Have Proudly Been A Lover Of Witches

In Nature , Out Under A Harvest Full Moon ,

Whispering Words That Made Them Swoon ,

In A Hot Spring Or Where Waters Swift Fall

Or In A Place Where Goddess And God Call

And As The One's Who Know Ways Of The Wise

We Were The Foxes Of Old Before All Of The Lies

And Knew Language As The Way To Bless Or Curse

Yet As Cunning Linguists We Can Do Much Worse

Telling Some To Flick Off With Our Serpent's Tongue

Or With Chants Chanted Or Our Ancient Songs Sung !