#freeverse
The daughter of Gaia, our mother Earth
I am a teacher, a healer, a weaver of words
Maiden, Mother, and now the Crone,
I help make magic and keep hope alive.
I burn a candle on the darkest night
I send hope out into this sad world
With wings of positive thought
And the power of a witch's strong will.
Incantation, invocation, and magic spell
Blessed be the sisters and brothers
Who stand with me, all the solitary witches
Who raise energy with voice and drum.
The primal beat of our ancestors' sound
Down the years lives on in our hearts.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2024
VIXEN of VERSE 
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