© by Shona 1997 1997
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ENCHANTMENT

by" Shona aka Woodwitch

I weave moonlit spells here on the hill
While folk beseech in silent prayer
And, filled with doubt, seek comfort still
And think that the witch doesn't care;
And while they weep to God above
And cry to Him to intervene
I light candles and chant songs of love
And go where they have never been.

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