Poem

[Shiro]

Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
returns and the witches are seen -
at Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
on May Eve and old Halloween.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four lesser Sabbats are summoned,
and witches gather in feast.
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver Lady of Midnight,
The Crone who weaves spells in the dark.