She kneels at her altar
Throwing away her disparity
Her intuition does not falter
Her athame is silent
Her chalice is clean
With no thoughts violent
She contacts the Queen
Her four quarters she draws
The circle now formed
She takes a quick pause
Her body ever warmed
Her cauldron she adds to
And dances deosil rounds
She wears a star blue
And her power she grounds
She opens her senses
And feels her energy build
Her body tenses
As it is being filled
She closes her eyes tight
And murmurs her lines
And with all her might
Her body shines
The power, it flies
From her fingertips
Her eyes open she pries
Her energy dips
She finishes her rite
And the circle is banished
Her way, it is light
Her fear, it has vanished
She leaves her small gift
A cake and some wine
And closes the rift
Between her world and thine.
