They meet at the appointed place and time
And greet each other warmly with a smile
Up the hill and into the woods they climb
Down winding trails they walk in single file
*
Passing under maple trees, oaks and birches
Entering a hawthorn grove they slowed
Where three paths meet stood three witches
And prepared for a ritual at the crossroad
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With candles carefully lit they begin the rite
Tentatively they start to drum and chant
Voices raised in celebration well into the night
With gratitude for gifts the gods do grant
*
Then the lights go out and into darkness they gaze
Quietly they call to the spirits and then they lay
The forest turns into a dark and ghostly haze
Witches whisper with delight and watch the fae
*
Prayers are said and magick spoken
But soon its time to pack up and head home
Offerings given as some small token
Three witches always sisters wherever they roam
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Beautiful.