[Ryankia]

I really enjoyed this piece. A good command of language with fascinating imagery.

With naked feet on sacred ground, we dance to beating drums;
With arms raised high and voices loud, a spiral we've become;
To draw the power from the Earth and send it out again;
To work the magic of our hearts and heal a wounded land.

For on this ground, witches once burned and wise old women hung;
To wash these blood stains from the ground, our magic has begun;
For 'tis not vengeance that we seek, nor malice in our hand;
Only to free our sisters dear, to again walk the land.

wise old women hung - you could probably remove "old" from this phrase, as it pulls away from the flow of the line and isn't *overly* necessary in my eyes.

Hands in the air, feet to the ground;
Voices make a sacred sound,
Drums and fire to fill the air,
Tonight a truce 'tween Fox and Hare.

For us to heal, we must forgive the damage that's been done
By those whose hearts were gripped in fear, if we are to be one;
For never, while upon this Earth, should any walk alone
And are we all not children dear of Maiden Mother Crone?

So come Christian, Muslim, Atheist, and join us in our dance
And celebrate our common lives while there is still a chance;
For Hate and Fear wait not their turn to crush us in their hand
And only love and tenderness can save a dying land.

Hands in the air, feet to the ground,
Voices make a sacred sound,
Drums and fire to fill the air,
Tonight a truce 'tween Fox and Hare.

I already said it but I will say it again, I just loved this. Whatever I marked in red, are suggestions to help with the flow or word order.