Wican, O wiccan,
'neath the moon's soft glow,
how is it you gather
and yet do not know?
How is it you dance
in the hush of moonlight
but your eyes failto see
the thrice anceint rite?
Have you not felt
that the old ways are true,
and under the stars
that nothing is new?
Wiccan O' Wiccan,
where has your heart gone,
to the scholars and skepticks
who saw we are wrong?
There are things in the night
they can never know,
how a chant can bring magick,
to draw the moon low.
Wiccan O' Wiccan,
"neath the moon's soft glow,
how walk you this path
and yet do not know?
-- Raven Grimassi
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Submission Name: Wiccan (this poem is NOT mine)
