They say witches burn in fire,
arms twisted behind back with iron shackles
and fire licked at beaten - blood - bruised - bared flesh
Others say they drown in water,
wrists and ankles bound in roughen rope
and water filling the throat
But a witch, no, that is not my secret behind the Mask of Three
I follow, I hope, I think,
The unknown path of the Mother Goddess.
Not in way of magic or magick
Nor that of prayer or sacrifice or asking
No, through none of that do I follow the unknown path of the Mother Goddess.
I watch. I listen. I learn.
I seek nor wish nothing,
only the thought of safety after death takes me
That is who I am; behind this fiery curtain of life
One who wants nothing of life,
But the knowledge that safety lays in death
And in that path, I did find,
the Mother Goddess to take me in,
when that of Man and God did fail me