Eclectic Witches
With herbs and stones and borrowed lore,
We open up a magic door.
A pinch of Wicca, Celtic charm,
To keep the world from causing harm.
A dash of Hoodoo, earthy deep,
Where secrets ancient calmly sleep.
A sprinkle solitary’s grace,
To find our power in this place.
No rigid path, no binding creed,
Just intuition plants the seed.
We gather wisdom, piece by piece,
And build a magic meant to please.
A little moon, a little sun,
Our woven spells are never done.
Eclectic hearts, knowing eyes,
Beneath the vast and starlit sky.
Jeran