1. THE WITCH

Have you seen the dark haired woman
Move with elegance and flair
All the men be held in her spell
Though she does not know nor care
For she is the Pagan forest witch
And in her beauty there be a snare

Among the oaks she calls her home
The forest floor she calls her bed
From the river wild she takes a draught
And from all of life is fed
She needs nothing from the modern world
For to the land and earth is wed

Tall and graceful grows her body
An earthly rule does she possess
Her lips as red as a bloodied rose
Her face shows beauty and finesse
Yet her clothes be worn and tattered
With stains of earth upon her dress

For the longest time she has here dwelled
Learning forest spells and more
She can cure all ails and troubles
With blossoms and herbal lore
She’s a child of nature and the wild
Yet like a mother we adore

Woe to those who try to harm her
Those who would think to violate
For an ancient magic dwells within
A terrible vigour she would create
So take your passions elsewhere
Lest you suffer this dreadful fate

But to those that show her love
A primal passion shared in lust
Then fear her not, this forest nymph
Her soul to you she will entrust
For an eternity would her loyalty live
Till all of men be dust