After dark on Summer's Eve they sashay,
Beneath the silver shade at river's edge.
Cavorting, dancing, prancing hand in hand,
Dancing were Witches of the meadow glade.
Enchanting - Giselle, Xena, Marilee,
Flowing in circles go the haunting three.
Giselle's lilting laughter filling the night,
Having a grand, and joyous holiday.
Into the night they danced and pranced, and sang.
Just wistful wraiths whirling the hours away,
Keeping the cackling spirit world at bay,
Lest Lucifer and his fiends come to stay.
Marilee merrily marching, matching beat.
Naughty! Pulsing, insatiable heat!
Offering their spirits to god - Mother,
Praying here for the gift to be bequeathed.
Quaking, praying, shaking with a shiver,
Rapping with jungle music all around,
Surrounded by the eerie night time sounds.
To them a question comes from hot thin air,
Unspoken but felt deep within their souls.
Very close, it whispered on the wind,
"What would writhing Witches want?" the god said.
Xena replied "Oh! Just to fly away."
Yes! The Queen of Nature released the spell.
Zoom! On Brooms, the grass witches flew away.