(The witch in me part2)

The grating noise of horned owl emphasises the dark

My only beacon in oblivion

Now when I’m one with this mystic web

Wherein dimensions blend to one

The fivefold kiss again,

The lips that seal the vow

The feeling, that feeling

Here I stand

While the witches sing their hymns

Full of tangled allegory

The atheme,

One of the "Tools of Art"

Which reveals the lore

The ancient craft

That hides in my heart

Acknowledged and exposed

The pain

Of the two initiations

Already made sense

It illustrates our goal

To create a new world

With my bare hands