Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Monday, October 15, 2012

Hallows Everyday 15

Doreen Valiente at her altar.

The Witch's Ballad

By Doreen Valiente

Oh, I have been beyond the town, 

Where nightshade black and mandrake grow, 

And I have heard and I have seen 

What righteous folk would fear to know! 

For I have heard, at still midnight, 

Upon the hilltop far, forlorn, 

With note that echoed through the dark, 

The winding of the heathen horn. 

And I have seen the fire aglow, 

And glinting from the magic sword, 

And with the inner eye beheld 

The Horned One, the Sabbat's lord. 

We drank the wine, and broke the bread, 

And ate it in the Old One's name. 

We linked our hands to make the ring, 

And laughed and leaped the Sabbat game. 

Oh, little do the townsfolk reck, 

When dull they lie within their bed! 

Beyond the streets, beneath the stars, 

A merry round the witches tread! 

And round and round the circle spun,
Until the gates swung wide ajar, 

That bar the boundaries of earth 

From faery realms that shine afar. 

Oh, I have been and I have seen 

In magic worlds of Otherwhere. 

For all this world may praise or blame, 

For ban or blessing naught I care. 

For I have been beyond the town, 

Where meadowsweet and roses grow, 

And there such music did I hear 

As worldly-righteous never know.

Blessings nine!


  1. E,

    This is a wonderful poem! Thanks for posting it.

  2. This is a favorite of mine. I love the photo of Doreen too - so young!