Call it a witch thing
She wakens at night
Two nights in a row
Two nights for two hours
Chanting in bells
I wonder the moon
The moon soon full
Night goddess of darkness
Searching for light
For now or forever
So too the granddaughter
I said so yet know
Know that she knows
These gifts are too precious
Too precious to squander
Tend them not and they die
Tonight makes it thrice
Eleven through one
Nod to the witch hour
The chanting continues
With bells on our tongues