the story of a white witch

I want to be the white witch
The white farm witch
But don’t fool yourself
She loves her darkness
And embraces it thoroughly
But she knows thyself
With a cat on her lap
A candle lighting in the flap
She is the white witch you see
Sat with mysterious books in her lap
Away from distraction
She enters her own world of wonders
Of darkness, of hope and dreams,
She focuses on her spelling
She wants to write about the trees, to connect with the world,
She indeed needs to travel
On a journey we go.

-acb