I found my bones in it…

steeped like tea
i made my brew,
i flocked my broom
and round i flew
and humming thrice
i tossed my shoe
into the lake which encompassed you~

I fed my heart to it…

as magic will
and magic does,
i reverted back
to before the flood
calling my ancestors
to where i stood
becoming one with match and wood~

I became one with it…

the archaic branch
that lends my frame,
i wandered back
from whence i came
and widdershins
back round again
my Samhain song a new refrain~