Whisper drops of silent rain
Landing on the window pane
Rolling slowly down the glass
Becoming part of natures' past
Are the raindrops Witches' tears?
Sad-lamenting all the years
Vanishing without a sound
Into this lonely battleground
No love is lost between each other
Mother & daughter- sister & brother
Children here must raise themselves
As guidance comes in ebbs and swells
Morality is lost amidst
The chances taken souls at risk
Scrying ashes-embers burn
Divine the Witches' swift return
Harming none-do what you will
The Witches' Rede to be fulfilled
Offering to cease the cries
An end to years of myths and lies
The teardrops of the Witches' Fall
We are the answer to their call
We can stop the mourning tears
And lay to rest the Burning Years
Written Oct 1996 by
Lady Simetra of Nesbit, MS |