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.
The Question Any Witch Can Answer
Going to sabbat, expect the tylers.
They'll stop you on your way through the woods. You'll know them by the leaves in their hats, and the gleam of their blades.
They'll ask you the question that any witch can answer.
Then, when you've answered rightly, they'll give you your token, and send you on.
Fear not, you'll know the answer. If you're of Ours, you'll know.
And if you're not of Ours, then?
Well, now.
I'm going to the sabbat: do you want to come along?
I'm going to the sabbat: do you want to come along?
I'm going to the sabbat: do you want to come along?
We'll dance by the light of the Moon.
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I have never heard of these,
I must say.
But learn of them and become one of you,
I will one day.
For I have a high thought to thrive,
On the Pagan life I will live and die.