beneath the stars in the dark of night
a fire crackles, warm and bright
a woman sits, a drink in hand
her feet are bare upon the land
she hums a gentle, wistful tune
the anthem of the dark new moon
gazing at the starlit sky
she dreams she knows the reason why
her heart feels strong, her spirit true
this witch looks at the world anew
(c) 4.14.18
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