Black cat howling
at the full moon,
calling for her mistress

Chants begin in the
midst of the forest
as the wise gather
in ceremony

Spiraling smoke turns
into flame and reflects
in green eyes, full
of ancient wisdom

There are spells to be cast
and work to be done as
the creed is whispered
"help all, harm none"

And as the circle is formed
townspeople cry out, not
knowing what will unfold
- tis a shame and disgrace
for the human race what
happened there on that night


For the caldron of hope
was lost to the forest when
good was perceived as evil