WHEN THE WICCANS WAIL

It is All Hallows Eve

The night of all souls

Samhain Day

When the wiccans wail

At the witching hour

When the Demons walk

Souls will be taken

In the black of night 

THE LITTLE BEWITCHER

 

She is a little bewitcher

The little servant of Wicca

Who has ensnared my heart

Which I opposed from the start

I was happy being single

But she has made my senses tingle

And she used her Wiccan ways

Against all resistance raised

It is not some fanciful notion

To blame an exotic potion

Or the casting of a spell

To bewitch me quite so well

Now she bends me too her will

And gently holds me still

Then this little Wiccan miss

Captures my soul with her kiss