A screech of Owl from ancient Yew

That echoes in the skulls

Of those who were the congregation

Graves all smashed apart

Where Belladonna preaches now

And Ivy binds the tower

Covering the stained lost saints

As Monks Hood chants the hour

He lay upon the broken alter

Gazing to the sky

Night velvet kiss breeze welcoming

As Moonlight gently hides

The priestess strides to take him

And Lilith be her smile

Their flesh becomes a passion vessel

Overflowing wild

At peak of moment strikes him dead

She takes his final breath

Another soul forever rapture

One with queen Lilith.

A tightly twisted knot of darkness

Hides the reason deep by earth

Roots that feed from tearful seasons

Overflowing Well of dirth

Moonrise draws the sap of sorrow

Moon ebb wanes yet sorrow grows

Habitually the tree remains

A Hedgewytch of the old hedgerow

Bitter sweet to fruit from blossom

Better left to rot unknown

On branches thrown in poise of torment

Shadows cast its tale of woe.

With sun upon one hand

Moon upon other

I stand as a sigil awhile

At once as a tree grows

From deep root the sap flows

Rising and falling as tide

Through sun moon and seasons

To grow for a reason

Other than ego or pride

To keep ever with you

The view from your high hill

And living the ley as I stride

Stood but a moment seemed

Ever remembered dream

With sun and the moon for my eyes.

With Thyme in her pocket

A chaplet of Violet

A sprig of the Goat Weed

Worn in her hair

A pinch of the Bay

To open the way

A Bluebell ring heralding

A Faery ring fair

To dance in her Catkin gown

Spider spun lace

Mossy her shoes

A smile on her face

From dawn until dusk

And dusk until dawn

At mid night and mid day

A kiss for us all.

Flits within the corner eye

And disappears not to be spied

You search in vain your search it hides

It's grin you feel to your surprise

It's hard to catch or rationalize

The glimpse of nothings there

A boggart be its name for sure

It came in through your open door

And likes your cupboard under stair

And there it's homely cluttered lair

And when you're all and fast asleep

Out it slither tiptoe creeps

To muddle up your gentle dreams

And loiters till you wake

You rise at morning rubbing eyes

There's something here or there you cry

A laughing sure you heard no lie

A feeling you can't shake

All day it hovers just behind

The back of somewhere in your mind

You're sure you must be somehow blind

To what or isn't there

This elemental darkened sprite

Doesn't like the sun bright light

And feeling better in the garden

Courage grows and senses harden

Then a twinkling glint idea

I'll tidy out my under stairs

And later in the darkling eve

You find the Boggarts taken leave.