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She recited curses and spoke magic words

Circe, daughter of the Sun, recited curses and spoke magic words, worshipping unknown gods, with unknown incantations, by which she used to dim the face of the bright moon, and veil her father’s orb, with moisture-loving cloud. – Ovid (translation A.S. Kline) – Metamorphoses –

Sorcellerie

Frau Gaubenslosher was strongly suspected of witchcraft. […] And it must be confessed appearances were against the Frau. In the first place, she lived quite alone in a forest. This was suspicious. – Ambrose Bierce – The fowl Witch –

The Gray turns Gold

There is a woodland witch who lies […] The dragon-flies, brass-bright and blue, Are signs she works her sorcery through; Weird, wizard characters she weaves Her spells with under forest leaves […] The fancies that she doth devise Take on the forms of butterflies […] Till, where the wood is very lone, Vague monotone meets […]

The Conjurer

Con·jur·er [kʌndʒərə] noun: 1. a person who conjures spirits or practices magic; magician 2. a person who practises magic; sorcerer

Augusta Perusia

The blood is dripping little by little along the stepping stones, and I am frightened to feel that I am dreamed, in the wind, by the impassive shine of the highest mountains – Salvador Espriu –

La Ronde du Sabbat

… And their steps shake the arches colossal and high, Disturbing the dead in their tombs close by. “Satan sees you, ha ! With your coarse hands out-thrust, In the midst of the dust, Write then, witches accurst : Abracadabra ! Fly, foul birds of dread, With moulting wings spread, Through the alcoves o’erhead, Sustaining […]

La Pedra del Diable

A menhir is a rude monolith set up on end, a great single stone, the base of which is buried deep in the soil. Thus “menhir” seems to be derived from the Welsh or Brythonic maen, “a stone” and hir, “long”. Recent research has established that these monuments are sepulchral in character, and that they […]

Anna Göldin, the last witch

I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you … I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down ! – Arthur Miller – The Crucible –

The purpose is lost in the midnight of Time

Whose were the hands that upheaved these stones Standing, like spectres, under the moon, Steadfast and strange and solemn and alone. As raised by a Wizard – a king of bones ! And whose was the mind, that willed them reign The wonder of ages, simply sublime ? The purpose is lost in the midnight […]

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