Hop Toad - Blood Ceremony

I once saw walking on my land

A witch with garland in her hand

When laid upon some mottled stone

It made the earth to shift and groan

Up from the stone rose a magic tree

With faeries dancing happily

When purple skies began to foam

Above this tree of human bone

Though some may swear they felt no fear

My soul went cold as she came near

A toad with speech, in her left hand

A familiar from undreamed lands

Little ones you can be gods

In the black between the stars