Let the blight and rot come forth,
Beneath this Yew Wood deep.
We bring forth a pestilence and plague,
With our hands so keen.
For now as we gather strength,
Our quarry rears it’s head.
Cover them with torment unending, as the sickness seeps in deep.
For we will prevail in our dark pursuits,
We Witches of the Wood
-M.E. InkOwl
The Ink Owl 