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She walks alone on a full moon night,
slipping
through shadows by firelight.
Midnight mist glistens on her skin,
reflecting the flames as her dance begins.
Swaying
and bending, twirling around,
faster and faster, barely touching the ground.
Without a coven, without a mate,
without
a care, she won't hesitate.
The power is raised, the spell is made,
released to the Gods, her will conveyed.
Her
dance is ended, in the flames she can see
as she doth will, so mote it be.
Reflecting the flames as calmness descends,
midnight
mist glistens on her skin.
Slipping through shadows by firelight,
a Witch alone on a full moon night.
by Inona, February 2007
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