The darkness is coming soon

While I was kneading bread

A strange man came to our cottage

And called us a word I did not understand

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My mother explained to me

What it meant 

That we preformed Witchcraft

I asked her why, he thought it bad

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She said that most see 

Magic as bad

And again,

I asked her why.

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She sat my small form

On her knee

And told me the story

Of a man

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He decided that

Our Light was bad

He burned many

And the rest fled

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Of the daughter of the wilderness

Of the Children of the sun

In belivers, in a force

Outside of themselves.

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She rocked me on her knee

And told me not to worry

She would see

That I was free.

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