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The Reflective Forest

Warm tones glazing over wharves of receding lands, join the procession of men in saffron robes. Dragon's fire, knotted roots, whispers of sandals through leaf-molded earth, chant, chant, chant against all darkness opposing.

Silas has come to die today, in that ditch by the meadow, thirteen miles in where the woods wind into the semi-circle of a dark green grove. With silent lips by huddled masses, the priest weeps, hungry for the low lisp of a cricket's call.

White animal bones, ritually placed under the thick fog of a winter's moon, reflect the light of sudden frost. Oh Magus martyr, sleep! Cernunnos blesses you with solace as nature holds up her mirror to the wild, devoted creatures of the night.

Under the arching heavens, odorous trees bring incense to bonfires inebriating the Kerridge hills, untouched by the molten blue of morning. Song of Amergin, act of sacrifice; effaced footprints in the soil, victory is yours! Rain falls in the warmth of summer.

Shadow Pattern

She conjured him among

the redwoods in winter,

along the half-frozen

pond where the moon

reaches under the ice,

obdient to her beck and call.
Through incantation is

how spirits enter the world!

Druidic Times

Sacred bonfire flames haunt the night,

enchant the spirits with their plight.

Elaborate feast calls, all warlocks, witches those with sight,

to bless the circle, Pagan's flight...

Horned God reigns as night falls.

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Wecome to the newly created blog on Isabell Ann Newbill, the newest writer to be working with Hedge Witchery Books.