They Call Me A Witch
By: WolfSong on July 8, 2000
They call me a witch,
and so what if I am?
What should thier judgement mean to me?
I know the secrets
of the wood, and of the sea,
of the quiet endless dessert,
of the foxe's den beneath the tree.
I know the energy
of Drawing Down the Moon
Of Casting a Circle
Of reading the witche's Rune.
I commune with the Fae
and listen with the hound,
to the light, delicate music
of rain falling on the ground.
I know these many secrets
but somehow I can't see
what it is that makes them shutter
at the Witch that is me.