The Highwaymen Doctrines
The Witches Herd
“Ne’er pass near the witches’ herd,
Pay no heed to the calls, nor the bleats, nigh absurd,
Stay your course, round the bend, past the oak tall and lean,
Take no notice how human the herds’ calls often seem.
For the witch, being clever, it is you she will snare,
With her weight ‘pon your shoulders, holding fast with her stare,
You’ll stay stuck where you stand, straining hard to break free,
She’ll release you should you answer questions posed to thee.
Get them wrong, pay the price, try your luck, roll the dice,
Answer right, perhaps share with folk a piece of advice…
Ne’er pass near the witches’ herd,
Pay no heed to the calls, nor the bleats, nigh absurd
Dawdle not, chance no glance, keep your feet ‘neath you too,
Lest those chilling, shrilling bleats and cries soon belong to you.”
"The night reveals our self, our truth,
And naught but night preserves our youth,
For we who dance in shadows, dark,
Without a care, but for a lark,
Are free until the sun doth shine,
Revealing hearts, our dreams entwined"