I am the one who likes the smell
of composted autumn leaves.
People watching under the full moon
as they dance by the fire.
Singing whatever tune comes into
their heads.
Watching them shed their clothes &
anoint their bodies with potion
which causes them to feel
womanly.
In the old days we were seen as
witches, but now we are known
by our true name.
Though none dares to speak it
aloud for fear of the power
that would be invoked.
My days are numbered, but my
heritage is rich and my progany
the whole human race.
Who am I? Do you know my name?
I am the woman of a different
spell, you've heard tell about.
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