Moira Allaino. Written in the year 1774
The light of the darkest moon shines forth
The shadows of the serpents dance
The circle of life is reborn
The circle within is found
The magick without is known
The candles remember lost souls
The mages are working their magick
The witches are weaving the web
The children are laughing away
The elders are dancing the night
The fires are burning so bright
The oceans’ waves are rolling into the shores
The trees are reaching for the moon
The stars are glowing for their Mother
The planets are spinning in time
The days are coming to an end
The moon knows these secrets
And She keeps her silence