(11/28/1941) Witch

She lays not still within her grave
But, restless, bode herself behave
In manner strange; she trod the air
Where paced the world of Otherwhere
Until again the cycle runs
Its pattern in the weave of suns
And she may lodge herself within
Another form that is of men.

— Grady L. McMurtry

Originally published by Thelema Lodge Calendar, August 1989