Witches path
Walking alone on a witches path
I stumbles on a white mass
Roses around the fire
The smell of sage is growing higher
Whispering chants so I took a peek
Just to see there lover meet
Upon the grass wicked and bare
They weaved there spells in the fresh air
I turned around just to see one of the witches
Coming for me
With open arm she aroused as I felt my love for her grow.
Scott baker
