By Lady Cara
Path of the Pentacle, S.E. Florida
October, 2003
On Full Moon night with starry flight
across the midnight sky
who appears in woodlands, and forest deep
to hunt in forest wild?
Oh Lovely Goddess of the Moon
with crescent upon thy brow
it is Diana of the Hunt, whose shadow does endow.
She lights that freedom in our hearts
of times long past
but ever flows in our memories still contain
and remembers- that all that was still remains.
Hail Great Mother of the night
fill our heart with pure delight
for we have been there from times untold
and always shall we honor you threefold.
So Mote it Be
Lord of forests and woodlands steep
We feel your energy from sprit deep
We call thee forth unto this place
To honor you in this sacred space
Lord of oaks and pine trees high
Whose essence felt both earth and sky
From ancient times to the present day
You've been there in everyway
Your stories told to young and old
But they know not what your spirit holds
Only by your children may your secret be
Forever more our lord shall be
Hern Hern Hern
So Mote it Be