Witchsong & The Shadowen Mother

Witchsong

it was the witching hour
between midnight and sunrise
dark ones have their most power
opposite the hour that christ died

she was singing sweetly outside
voice lulling carried by wind
her song one of years gone by
not heard around these parts in

no one sings no more!
especially this time of night
a happy song but who for?
just for her and the moonlight?

something though was not right
i looked out the window
half expecting a fright
but no one knows which way the witch goes

i saw her once as a child
face serene then oh so vile!

The Shadowen Mother

It is a masquerade ball
Outside my window
A party for one
'Or is it two my child?'

'Fear me' she said!
And took off her mask
The face of the dead
Of ten thousand pasts