The long thin shadow. Another song of witches (song lyrics)

Then sing another song to me

The dog’s tail pulls as the rushlight glows

The lord of the blind can always see

And the head rolls on to the painted rose

Whisper the things that are said and done

In the moonlit fields where the mandrakes groan

Where the spit and the chant of a song passed on

Make a wilderness sound of the oats just sown

Deep in the thicket of the crawling hedge

Is the nightshade wall on a hawthorn bush

And wild in the cup of a new babe’s blood

She could dance in the flicker of a waxen rush

Tell me the tales of a wicked old crone

As she hunchbacked peered at the circling stars

And then all the tracery stripped undone

Brought a long thin shadow through the witching bars