image Sunlite holds my desire, Keeping containd all
within, but as the moon ascends And the sunlite dims, all my
emotions catch on fire. Beauty, Darkness, Lust n despair, fly out
like the moonbeams on the air. The witchs soul crys out at last.
The days thoughts, are in the past. For passion reigns n the nite.
Witchfire burns n delite. Others with no understanding, run away in
fright. but moontide is ending and the sun raises its head. my
thoughts come flooding back to me, The witchsoul turns to lead. So
everythng thats in me is under lock and key, and waits again for
the moon to rise, so the goddess will be free. ML Blessed be my friends