A Witches Moon

What strange webs
The witches weave
So contrary, and so contraire
A curious magic once conceived
Lies floating in the air

I wave my wand
In a curious sway
And cast my spells around
Speaking a magic of long gone days
When the world was magic bound

So i weave my webs
And cast my spells
And dream of times now past
When the moon shone brightly in the sky
As the witches shadows were cast

by Jemia