Alone in the dark she chants alone
In a low and hurried constant tone
She stands before an alter straight
Letting the stars determine her fate

She is a witch, but not the norm
Her heart is tender, good and warm
She walks away from the alter stand
Uttering praises to nature and land

For she is a natural, good hearted female
Who knows what dark magic doth entail
Her heart races as she pays her respect
Uttering phrases in Latin, betraying her intellect

She stops one moment, a breeze blows lightly
She clutches her skirt, and her hat most tightly
She turns to the place where her mother died
And sees a spectre, she tries to hide

"Be still" Her mother calls to her child
"I am a meek spirit, gentle and mild
I wanted to tell you I will always be here
And from me and my kind, there is nothing to fear

Spirits we are, ghosts and poltergeists whatever
We are everywhere, and do what we endeavour
Call us Guardian Spirits, we watch over our own
Our family and kin we would never disown"

The vision faded, and she looked wide-eyed
She looked at the place where her mother died
She smiled sadly and looked up at the sky
"A Guardian Angel I shall become on the day that I die"

With nothing to fear, she stops the grand ritual
And cleans up so delicately, its habitual
She sings a sweet song, as she feels her mother near
The trees blowing softly, with music and words she can hear.

She closes her eyes, and thinks of what has occurred
But the vision has already become so blurred
She goes into her house, and she closes the door
And with a heavy heart she knows that it will become only folklore.