Birmingham Witches Ball

By moonlit tomb and whispering tree,
The Witches Ball calls out to thee.
Where ravens 'caw!' and shadows weave,
Come gather you all this Enchanted Eve.
Witches, Pagans, Heathens too,
Don your cloaks of nighttime hues.
With masks and charms, in finest dress,
Join our dance with wild purpose.
There’ll be music, magick, food and flame,
A costume contest with bold acclaim.
Readers wise and vendors rare,
And spellbound energy in the air.
So heed the call, both near and far,
By broomstick, boots or wishing star.
A night to charm, connect and play
As the veil grows thin and spirits sway.
Come one, come all, our intent we weave
To celebrate this Enchanted Eve.

Host or Publisher Unitarian Universalist Church of Birmingham