Interwoven Witch

My back is aching
My spine arching
Bumps and deep grooves
Sprouting on my face
I'm starting to understand
Where I am
In time and space
Some say it may be
Mother nature allure
Some say it's the Devil 
For sure
But I've found my way 
on the hidden path
Through the forest
Fire to the North
Water to the East
Earth to the South
And Air to the West
It's the oldest craft
I am filling my lungs 
with ceremonial smoke
cracking mixed bones
In a cauldron boiling
On a bed of hot stones
My conscience no longer
Weighing heavily on me
I cast the spell 
Awakening the dead
Screaming from Hell
Branches and roots
Rip my flesh, growing
My spirit now interwoven 
With the crowned queen 
of the silent coven
I am freed from the force
that is pulling me down
Down, down to the
Hallowed ground
While no one hears
A movement or a sound