wiccan
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I may not have the hat and broom,
but I have a spell cast on you.
Don't worry, I can never harm
for it's the only rule I must follow.
Under the light of the shimmering stars
You think to yourself just who you are
A wandering child, a kin of the Earth
Water is relaxing
As I sit
In the shower
Nothing can compare
To the way
The water feels
like silk against
My skin
My hair
Shudder and scream!
A witch grows near!
This is not a dream,
for the witch is here.
History is wrong.
A bad story told
for far too long.
