Blood of our blood
Bone of our bone
We honour thee
You bring us home
Spirits of our
Minds and our hearts
We honour thee
Abound in these parts
The mighty dead
Those of our craft
We honour thee
You’re in our hearts
Ancestors of
Blood Spirit Craft
We welcome you
Come witness us
[Ancestors of
Blood Spirit Craft
We thank you for
Witnessing us]
Listen to the song
© 2015 A M Hunter
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Stoneacorn (Xander)
These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography.
I am a poet, a song writer, a witch.
I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with.
My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green.
My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds.
My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak.
I am Stoneacorn
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