Poem 26, A Witch's Chant
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From the shadows of the pool
Dark as midnight, thick as gruel
Come my nymphs, and you shall be
Silent images of me
Suck the honey from my lips
Dance upon my finger tips
When the darkness tolls the hour
I shall have you in my power.
Fast upon sprits all
Listen for our whispered call
Whistling kettle, tinkling bell
Weave your web and spin your spell.
vince III tamani
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