The Witching Stone



The Witching Stone is old, they say
Old as widow's pain.

The Witching Stone is cold, they say
Cold as winter rain.

The Witching Stone is grim, they say
Grim as soldier slain.

The wise know more.
The wise say this...

If your heart be pure,
Touch the stone
And you may quickly learn.

If your heart be foul,
Touch the stone
And you may quickly burn.





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