Night of The Crone
written by: Moxie McMurder
@MoxieMcMurder
Spices and salt in the air
The fire snaps and spits
These nights are sacred
They are ancient
We are all the same under the moon
Taking comfort in the silver light
And seeking knowledge from the ghosts of our mothers
Swaying in the cool air
The Night of The Crone has begun
Her wisdom shines through us
As she becomes us
And we see our future in the flames
A future women know only too well
Rolling the bones we take a chance
And ask for guidance
The power of three
Is within thee
Mad, bad and dangerous to know. Witchy Woman and Blasphemous Girl. Writer. RAGING feminist.
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