And far away beneath the Oak
Stood the Witch alone
Worshiping the Goddess there
Maiden, Mother, Crone
The Druid was a well-known Bard
Of talent and renown
He traveled far and made his
song
Through countryside and town
The Witch was Healer, unremarked
Her Gift was drawing pain
She spent her time in quiet
works
By glow of candle flame.
One night the two did chance
to meet
In a place in Ether-land
A word was spoke and answered
And Fate had cast it's hand
A night of magick and full moon
That 13th day of March
An eclipse dark’d the Lady’s
face
When Venus sextiled Mars
Though neither Witch nor Druid
sought
To complicate their lives
Each felt the pull of kindred
hearts
Where love and laughter bides.
But far apart in different lands
Lay Oak and Elder Tree
One stood beneath the summer
sun
One beneath the winter breeze
Yet they began to form a bond
Forged strand by fragile strand
The Witch was quite distrustful
The Druid a patient man
He wooed her gently and with
care
By words and deeds he sought
To win her heart, to share his
love
And how trust in him she ought
The Witch’s heart was turned
to his
This Druid from far off lands
And tentatively she reached
to touch
Then finally clasp his hand
One night they spoke the Words
of Power
That bound them both as one
Though already it had become
hard to tell
Where one ended and the other
begun.
She bid him come and join her
Dance
To share with her what may
He spoke to her of futures shared
And they spoke of “maybe...someday”
So bound they are in soul and
heart
The Druid and his Witch
Together both in sunlight fair
Or nights as dark as pitch
And in far off land ‘neath an
Elder Tree
Beneath Southern stars aglow
Nestled in midst of a Witch’s
glen
A sapling from acorn grows.
And away up North in land of
snow
Another sapling unfurles it’s
leaves
An Elder beneath the protecting
Oak
Sheltered from winter’s freeze
From just past Candlemas they
began
The Witch and her Druid Bard
The joy and tears they would
share for years
Together even though they’re
apart
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