Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
She Who Shines for All
It is the coven's first meeting since the election.
In the darkness, we howl. We keen. We rage.
Out of the darkness, a spark. We light, first one light, then many.
We sing a hymn to the Lady of Witches, She Who Shines for All.
Later, we bear our little lights with us, out into a world made newly dark.
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