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| The Witch |
| I am a creature of the night, Following the ancient ways. Gentle words flow from my lips, As I hail the Gods of olden days. With atheme held by my side, And pure white candles brightly lit, I chant the songs of years gone by, And cleanse the room as justly fit. Energy is flowing �round, I cast the circle thrice about, With Air, Earth and Water, Fire too, To keep the evil spirits out. Now to begin my ancient work, Upon my task I set. I use the golden words of yore, And stop not until my end is met. At the closing of the night, After all the energy is still, I chant �Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill.� �An� harm it none, do what ye will.� |
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| Copyright 2001 Erin Boyle |