Play song and enjoy.

Voices of the Forgotten I call.
You answer in the form of an owl.
I follow the sound down my hall.
Just as the wolves start to howl.

Gracefully flying away.
Into the snowy night.
Just as the trees begin to sway.
You fly away into the moon's light.

Voice of the Forgotten witch.
Wearing black and red.
The voice sings in a soft pitch.
Making it look like she bled.

A quarts on a chain.
Red hair on her head.
She never caused pain.
But everyone wants her dead

I run out to find her away.
I wear a white and grey dress.
My hair starts to sway.
Running away from a mess.

I turn into an owl.
She immediately recognised me.
Wolves start to howl.
The wolves leave us be.

I am the white witch.
I give them stones and such.
We chant in a graceful pitch.
Both of us care very much.

She is the black witch.
Everything on her is black.
With a beautiful pitch.
Cut us some slack.

She and I had the same dress.
Just different color at most.
We look like a mess.
As we are leaving our post.

We head to my home.
No one knows of this place.
I put up my magickal dome.
As we live in my space.

I turn and get my candles and stones.
Getting a couple every hue.
Getting a couple of different tones.
The most important ones are black, white, and blue.

We begin to replenish us.
Making it snow to cover us more.
I give her a different outfit as I pack for the bus.

We are forgotten.
Noting but a voice.
As everyone's mind is rotten.
Leaving is never a choice.

They found my spot.
We run away for good.
We put our stuff in a pot.
And we put up our hood.

Voices of the Forgotten I call.
You answer in the form of an owl.
We run to the bus as snow begins to fall.
Our wolves start to howl.

We held a stone.
Mine was black her's was white.
Wearing a necklace made of bone.
We chant a rite.

We were caught.
They dragged us back.
We kept chanting what we were taught.
As they took all that we happened to pack.

Hands covered in ropes.
Our memories of meeting at a lake.
They crushed our hopes.
As they tied us to a stake.

Our magick is low.
As we had our turn.
Our eyes had a glow.
As the stake began to burn.

Dark smoke and burning skin.
Screams were heard through the day.
Our time is thin.
We will make sure they pay.

We are burned.
Nothing left of us but ash.
As our dreams and hopes turned.
We tried to dash.

We had no choice.
We were forced to burn.
We are just a forgotten voice.
As they took their turn.

We couldn't turn into an owl.
We had no power.
They saw our ash and scowl.
At least they left us a flower.

Voices of the Forgotten I call.
With a price.
They thought we took our fall.
As we rolled their dice.