Wicca

about a witch

Eyes glowed brightly

Hands rose up to the goddess of the earth

Power streaming to her fingertips

Thunder rumbling all around

The black robe billowing in the air

Its gold fringed edges glinting in the moonlight

The wind picks up her hair

Playing a rhythm as it swirled all around her face

Fire leapt at the distance

The waves crashed on rocks as the water rose

The wind picking everything on the sand

She called to them all

They obeyed her command and reveled in her presence

Power glinted in her eyes

The winds lashed; sudden and brutal

It lifted her majestically

As her hair tangled in delight

Her fingers casting color to the sky

And then, she began to dance

Moving with grace and floridness

She was a sight to behold

Priestess of the old religion

Mistress of the night

Reviews

[Celeste Lucy Zaveri]

It is such a coincience that my friend liked this too. The description could be more describing, and the poem could be longer. But the grammar and spelling is perfect. The magick and the words are beautiful. I'll recite it to Nyx, She will be pleased.

[WitchyWiccan)0(]

Wow, this is really beautiful, I am Wiccan and it's almost sounds like a tribute to my Goddess, Nyx.