The circleA Poem by ronThe circle
Turn around thrice the circle, make the flames grow higher.
In the moonlight the stars will show, nature and all she holds.
Sing and chant and you will see, dragons I will call to thee.
Mystic shrouds will hide the fire, hide us from mans desire.
Persecuted for a belief, if they knew us they would weep.
We do not call evil to help us, we call to nature to help guide us.
Evil has another place, not around our fire bright, not in prayer or in our chants, we drive it out and and hold it fast.
We are not the evil you seek, look to the ones that burned us at the stake.
In the burning times, it has been estimated that over 500,000 supposed witches were burned, hung, or drowned. This over just a few hundred years if not less. Most only sought to nature to make medicine for those who where sick, or where Midwives.
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Added on February 27, 2014Last Updated on February 27, 2014 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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