A Witch's Voice.
Here in this forest of primordial mysteries
I have not knowledge, but knowing, whispered secrets
Of the Ancient Ones, of the fae,
Themselves elemental spirits of the wood,
Cloaked, they’re soundlessly watching with interest: my
Movements with the familiar wild
Curiosity of nature, the cloistered
Sanctuary of my Ancestors, they’re hushed abundant
Murmurs to be surmised something more than wind.
Witch, Shadow Weaver, dances, her animated silhouette