Coven Sky

Virgin blood and children's souls,
Mashed up organs in wicker bowls.
Broomsticks, predictions and some fate-dealing curse,
that turns you into a reptile or something much worse.

Yet through the curses, death, famine and all "they" believe Witches bring, 
do they find beauty in the most ordinary of things?
What it must be like to stare at the night sky in the fields of green we lie, 
and witness the stars and clouds through a Witch is eye, 
To stare in wonder at a Coven Sky.