There are no claims made
of traditions or legacies
There is no law for a rede,
for natures ways are as is.
For a lush garden are wiccans
but like a prophet to a whore,
into a woman turn the wheels
a dagger into the axis pierced.
Three sisters from a mother,
is for a circle of witches cast
but in the center is mystery
for the focal point of craft.
There for the four directions
is not like that of a compass.
More is said not, for to know
is danger; wise even more.
Yet know for every crossing
is also a troll and a bridge,
then a sorcerer to carve
for a cut to the elements.
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