The Witches Have No King

The Witches have no king, boy.

The Witches have no god.

No man in robes making decrees,

No offering plate to toss away their hard-won coins

No holy water, per se, but all waters are holy.

The Witches do not bow.

Not a curtsy in sight.

They do wear robes and pants too, those Witches.

Pointy and flat hats, crowns a plenty, but none are king.

Witches don’t follow.

Witches don’t lead.

Witches are wild and have no king.