Floating

They Burned Witches...

You know they burned witches once. Once... They don't do that anymore, and all I can say is... what a waste of good wood. They do not die when you burn them, they are released back to every element you are so afraid of. They would come touting the christ god, and carry away all the sister in chains... they don't do that anymore. With a call to the wind, I bless her heart. With my face to the west, I call waves to her feet, with my hands in the dirt I send her the strength of the rocks, and in the south the fires light all the land she touches. For she is not a witch you burn, she is a Volspa. She carries the staff that life springs from. She knows the riddles of the earth and the spirits who reside within it... and between it... and without. She speaks in soft voice like the rain, but it can become a torrent when she floods. She is the mirror of the land, and down the silver strands runs the knowledge of spirits. And to this name they dance, for their champion is come... They used to burn witches... until her