The Elemental Craft

Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft, Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting, Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells Of the past! Damsels birthed beneath the oracles marking of the third Eyes ethereal dimension, profits magi of the elemental, Earth, wind, fire, water and air, these the guardians Of the hidden magic within all living matter, both for The seen and unseen raw forces of ultimate power! Amongst this the season of the earthen dead, These eyes of clarity’s shine, to the sheen of brilliance, Dipping within the pools of illumination, the stirring Caldron pot of fortune is uplifted, upwards towards the skies Of the foretelling, behold the wicked crafts of the Alchemists charmed. At the flicker light of the green candle bents in the winds of destiny, The dousing rod of fate is shone, as the crystal ball flame burns Brightly against the night, held tightly is the covenant Hands embraced within this mystical sisterhood and Brotherhood, the shadows of darkness past ideally By, for the earth balance must be kept on both Ends level, the light and the darkness of spiritualism! As the solid megaliths of Stone Hedge stand tall against The setting suns horizon, echoes float from the farthest Edges of the planet, a mystical rhythm of ancient times Sounds thumping, with the natural essence of life itself, As the earth witches of the world unite in this winter Solstice of the season of the dead! Within the circling orbs of reality, a twilight duality Exists within the realm of the ethereal on a higher Plain of knowledges recognition, and the reader In the light of spiritualism, shines in the afterglow Of the beyond his or hers physical awareness, a fifth Sighted seeker, the gifted physic, or magi of the Humanistic soul! Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft, Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting, Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells Of the past! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN DEDICATED TO MY MYSTIC ROSE HAPPY HALLOWEEN SISTER OF THE HEART