Grottos of pagan innocence, halls echo sonorous whisperings---dangerous yet compelling, accept these humble offerings... Oh Mother we beseech you, clandestine ritual keeping---hearts witness to your agony, mortal souls continue weeping. Gentle sacrifical altar, grain and honey to be found there---the goddess of the elder times, no longer welcomed anywhere. Cast out of favor long ago, shallow pontiffs crying blasphemy---those pure of heart remembering, the beauty of your entity.
Stregan ritual so tender, following faithful female gender---mercy celebrated...life renewed, the wise refuse surrender... To the edicts of these neo-masses---assigned to separate social classes. From mists of ages long forgotten---majiks emerge...incantations prosper---new generation resists these misbegotten.. Rites so valued by ehalted vassals---snug within their gilded castles.
Gatherings happen, in the glens and hollows---ancient ways celebrated, Mother's teachings carefully followed... By those chosen on birthing beds---fledgling witches value---the order of the centuries, instead.
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