Religious Rite

They dont know what a witch is...
Which witch is which?

Calling on the quaters...
A spiritual act this be.
Reciting the words of wisdom...
Be like reading the bible to me.

The Witch's Creed.
The Witches' Rune.
All these things are in my tune...
Four ways the winds do blow...
blowing fast,
and blowing slow.

Blowing north,
with the Earth's sweet blast,
like blowing a horn,
from the past.

Blowing south,
with fire's loving heat,
like kissing a lover,
to the fires' beat.

Blowing east,
with the air it is,
like a whistle blowing,
from the wind.

Blowing west,
with the water of life,
like a raining downpour,
in the night.

The winds do blow,
and so do I.
I wish I could fly
high in the sky.


I wish it was true...
I wish I could fly...
up in the air,
with my broom stick,
so high.

Away from the fear,
the hurt and the pain.
Away from all the scorn,
and disdain.
Away from the people
who sully its name.