Herbs and Flowers, Things of Power (Alternate Version)

Well, there's rosemary for remembrance
Rue for regret
I'll make a potion
Swim in rivers and the ocean
To drown all my sorrows in the depths

Fennel and daisies will wilt
But first, they'll be a hilt
To the sword of my powers
In these wildflowers
I'll tell you a story I've built

Circe, she knew of the earth
Freya and Bastet of birth
The witch woman's daughter
Could heal all those potters
So they wouldn't lie in a field

Make me an ointment for dragon burns
The mortar and pestle will aid
The sister, the traveler
The figure in fire
The Moon Woman steps in then fades

Pansies for your thoughts
Chamomile for when you're tied in knots
Tied in twos and threes
Seal the spell
So Mote it Be

Wise Ophelia spoke the names of
Those flowering weeds
They thought she had taken
Leave of her senses
But the only one with sense was she

We know little
Of the Lady
Who lived by the Lake
She welcomed; she wandered
She hallowed; she haunted
The reeds knew to signal her Home

So nettle, henbane, sage
Cleanse the air
Read off the ancient page
Ward off misery
Smoky visions will bring clarity
So the Time passes, but remember
Thyme does grow back
The healers, the weavers
The spinners and seers
Are there to guide us through the Dark