Pagan Witch - Witches' Sabbath

Twilight is over, and the moon in might
Draws to its zenith, as beyond the stream
Dance the wild witches, fair as a dream
In a garden, naked in Diana's sight
Flaming censer on the sweet altar, bright
Gleaming on the water, drifting vapours teem
Laughter and swaying white shoulders gleam
Oh joy and wonder at their lovely sight!

Fallen enchantress, whose flame is burning still
Mother's creation, planting natures will
Unite at the Sabbath; knowledge, power instil
Deep in the mountain, far from Nazarene's gaze
Copulation, all for one to be
Resting for sunrise, greeting the Mother in light
Wait for her gaze; warm, powerful, bright
Peace there will be, until the next witches' sabbath!