The Witching Hour Arrives
As the nymphs of fire dance over the old earth
There is little cursing through the system
As the night is growing anew from birth.
Can this one night taste any heavier,
Full of magick, chi, and life; like crystals
Grown naturally over the vast years.
The ones circled around the warmth from flame,
Understand little 'bout their meaning here.
They are senseless to their beings that came
From such old practice, and not ways of fear.
The witching hour draws near to the group
As the spirits rise and then come alive,
If only for a little while, join troupes
That show them the ways of now, and their lives.