Between the windy, swirling fire
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And all the stillness of the moon
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Sweet witch, you danced at my desire
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Turning some weird and lovely rune
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As in the sabbat's ancient round
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With strange and subtle you went
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And toward the heavens and toward the ground
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Your steeple-shapen hat was bent
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As in the sabbath's ancient round
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And toward the heavens and toward the ground
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Upon the earth your paces wrought
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A circle such as magicians made
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And still some hidden thing you sought
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With hands desirous, half afraid
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Your supple youth and loveliness
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A glamor left upon the air
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Whether a stronger magic there
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What darkling and demonian lord
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In fear or triumph, did you call?
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Ah! Was it then that you implored
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With secret signs equivocal
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Your fingers, on the smoke and flame
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Moved in the mysterious conjuring
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You seemed to call a silent name
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And lifted like an outstretched wing.
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Sweet witch you conjured forth my heart
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To answer always at you will!
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Like merlin, in some place apart
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It lies enthralled and captive still.
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Witch Dance
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Thalarion |