In The Witches Circle

Behind the thick wall of trees
Beyond impenetrable darkness
A hazy dark smoke lingers
It guides me towards my goal

I see a blazing bonfire burning fierce
In the middle of a circle

A raven cries and a spell is cast
The witches past times ago appear
Through ages ago spellbinding
Witches circle

The self is torn asunder
Spirit inhaled, back into being
My nature is cast free to roam
I take the form of a wolf and into the woods I charge

The circle, the raven
A dark touch of wind blowing
Dark figures emerge
Into ancient magic and forgotten wisdom
I choose to enter

I hear language spoken forgotten ages ago
I feel their meanings, I see their reasons
Of what is to come and into the woods I charge