I <br /> Every waning moon <br /> You cast your best spells <br /> To evil you do not dwell <br /> White magic is your hail <br />II <br /> You burned the colored candles <br /> And they melt down <br /> Wax is all around <br /> The Wiccans’ furrow <br />III <br /> Bringing love <br /> Or hexing it <br /> Binding spells for him <br /> Winding back clocks at will <br /> Speeding them for the feel <br />IV <br /> Lovely robes you wear at night <br /> Under the dancing moonlight <br /> Casting your circle well <br /> Casting out hell <br /> Bringing in your guide <br /> Only seeking wisdom <br /> Side by side <br />V <br /> The town of Salem in the past <br /> You’re free to practice at last <br /> All your gods and goddesses at your will <br /> If they want to be <br /> For you their blessings seek <br />VI <br /> As this poem is wrote <br /> I sense you at my back <br /> Looking over me <br /> Making sure I’m on track <br />VII <br /> Once a love rock was seen <br /> One dropp from each applied <br /> Their love still glides <br /> Thou not side by side <br />IX <br /> To speak in rhyme <br /> Takes a lot of time <br /> And takes a lot of skill <br /> Your spells are undaunting <br /> They rhyme without stopping <br /> How amazing! <br /> To go on and go on <br /> As if singing a song <br />X <br /> May your spells come right <br /> May your life be true <br /> May you be blessed by all <br /> The gods that you chose <br /> But, you suly know <br /> That only one true God rules <br /> For he loves you too <br /> Look to him for the ultimate power, which you never knew <br /> So mote it be! So mote it be! <br /> The half rhyme is through<br /><br />Cynthia Yildirim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-wiccans/
