The most beautiful scent of essential oil,
Where I mix my ingredients for a love spell,
Where love and magic mix well,
For I am a white witch,
And I know all about the sun and moon cycles,
For white magic is about harnessing the power of the earth,
An earth that created fire and precious stones,
For the earth is a truly magical place,
Where magic is of the old ways,
The mysterious ways of the dark ages,
White witches practising their craft in secret,
For many spells have been cast,
The power of the mind helps,
The blessed earth is extraordinary in her powers,
And must be believed,
Even if not seen,
For many a stone, plant and moon cycle,
Govern her turning and playing out fate,
And her you must placate,
So let me show you the way of white witches,
And what you see will blow your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem