By Moonshine Full

Under the oak tree by moonlights gleam
Mixing potions for him to dream
Henbane his mind to turn insane
Nightshade to burn his heart aflame

Poppets of cloth entwined with hair
Thrown to fire, her spell to share
The cackle of laughter the sound I hear
Through gown of night and smell of fear

The wooded path I dare to tread
Her eyes to meet are thought to dread
Smell of poison across waft of smoke
Breath of cauldron from which I choke

Shadowed figure now standing tall
To worship Cernunnos by moonshine full
To bend the world she must will
Through sorcery her soul does spill