it was a dark and eery night, and all the witches snuck
into the depths of a cemetery, to celebrate good luck...
(not a very lucky place for some you may observe)
yet our flock of witchy wenches nor yet forsook their nerve)
and embracing a ritual dialogue with forces of the earth
one swung her mighty sword and leapt: a dance of might and mirth..

swirling, leaping, pearl and plain
she felt a sudden slash of pain
her tiny foot was cleft and splade
sliced by the might of merlin's blade
but surely, know ye, all and few
that merlin's blade's a symbol true
struck a wiccan girl and cleft
he struck, and run, the girl was left.

She gazed upon the bloody stain
and said, these men are all the same....
and merlin short of sight, a wonder,
he aimed down south, but struck down under....

freda (from downtown sunny Austria, home of many a magic sword...)