In Thessalia
Sorceresses chant
Whilst prosemen rant
In prosopopeia

Away from axioms
Witches find their meed
Athame is I, they need
Devoid of urban maxims

Black deadpan face
Perchance see I
A twinkling eye
Neath black cloak and lace

Statesmen fear
The Witches of Thessaly...................and so they should

Steve Trimmer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-witches-of-thessaly/