Häxancraft

I found my love, 

On the precipice of a teetering cedar 

Tumbrel water 

By gibbet hands I greet her 

Tyburn knowledge 

Splitting pear to feed fear 

Besom smile, sweeping features from leaf litter 

Häxan ride: pole she's climbing -- to fifth gear 

A coven riled, by her sovereign seas that salt built, 

Alder piles, reed in wind as broom peels 

Ashen House: rubbing wand ignites the wicker 

Circle calls, her cauldron bubbles dripping-clear 

Dancing wild, under owl: a night seer 

Lunar heights, blessed be -- the reaching near 

Ov a nyte, bewitching cries rang from field, as she came.