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Ordinarily, we would not consider a practicing Wiccan a monster,
however we are
including witches - the kind who practice black magic - under the category of Monster
Mash.
While this might still be offensive, when we find another way to categorize it, we
will do so. So we truly hope not to offend any people
out there who practice Wicca, as we know it as a peaceful way of life -
far from being monstrous.
The Witch
By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
I HAVE walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
And the way was hard and long.
I have wandered over the fruitful earth,
But I never came here before.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan,
And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still,
My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
Her voice was the voice that women have,
Who plead for their heart's desire.
She came--she came--and the quivering flame
Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth
Since I hurried across the floor,
To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.
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