Witching Hour

Witching Hour

In the crystal tower
upon this very hour
with sky growing dark
the coven has gathered
with chants to leave their mark

In the crystal tower
voices of enchantment
begin to rise up high
with the witches moon dance
praise to Diana's eye

In the crystal tower
trembling with high powers
of spells to soon be cast
and magic that still lives
crashing down comes the past

In the crystal tower
the altar has been set
and dark dreams come alive
for women's wills woven
in the web where we thrive.