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.
That Selfsame Moon
That selfsame Moon
that rides the sky,
whose silver likeness
I wear above my heart;
that selfsame Moon
that danced with us
in human form
this sabbat past:
this in truth is she,
that selfsame Moon.
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