Ode To Wiccans Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

I
Every waning moon
You cast your best spells
To evil you do not dwell
White magic is your hail
II
You burned the colored candles
And they melt down
Wax is all around
The Wiccans’ furrow
III
Bringing love
Or hexing it
Binding spells for him
Winding back clocks at will
Speeding them for the feel
IV
Lovely robes you wear at night
Under the dancing moonlight
Casting your circle well
Casting out hell
Bringing in your guide
Only seeking wisdom
Side by side
V
The town of Salem in the past
You’re free to practice at last
All your gods and goddesses at your will
If they want to be
For you their blessings seek
VI
As this poem is wrote
I sense you at my back
Looking over me
Making sure I’m on track
VII
Once a love rock was seen
One dropp from each applied
Their love still glides
Thou not side by side
IX
To speak in rhyme
Takes a lot of time
And takes a lot of skill
Your spells are undaunting
They rhyme without stopping
How amazing!
To go on and go on
As if singing a song
X
May your spells come right
May your life be true
May you be blessed by all
The gods that you chose
But, you suly know
That only one true God rules
For he loves you too
Look to him for the ultimate power, which you never knew
So mote it be! So mote it be!
The half rhyme is through