A Call to the Winter Wounded

You’ve traveled far, weary witch

Come rest beside the fire

Rub your soles, your aching feet

Set your burdens on the pyre

Your heart is heavy, mournful witch

Grief runs through your veins

Shed your tears, streak your face

As this year slowly wanes

Tend your bruises, wounded witch

You’ve been beaten, cut and marred

Betrayed by those you trusted most

Abandoned and deeply scarred

Your bones are weak, crippled witch

You can barely stand your ground

Your words have been cut and clipped

You can barely make a sound

Speak your truth, fearsome witch

Your voice is strong and clear

Pound your chest, shake your fists

Your words have power here

Heal your world, magnificent witch

Your scars have made you strong

Tend the wounds of others

Sing your healing song

The world needs you, radiant witch

Darkness has consumed the land

Your light within is bold and bright

Together we must take a stand

They are coming for us, one by one

Just like they did before

Strip our power, silence our words

Witch, Heathen, Devil, Whore

We’re on the brink of Burning Times

Our bodies, books, and brains

Protect and guard our sister kin

Those vulnerable to torch and chains

Your magic runs deep, luminous witch

Even if there is much to fear

Straighten your hat, grab your broom

And prepare for a hostile year