Altar is set
The circle cast.
Quarters called
The spirits asked.
Between the worlds
Where magick lies
Now begins
The craft of the Wise.
Chalice set forth
Athame held aloft.
The voice of chant
Heard faint and soft.
Spell is cast
In Hecate's name.
The veil grows thin,
Now sliced by athame.
The door stands open
To the spirit's realm.
Voices of the ancients
The circle overwhelm.
Once hidden in time,
Mysteries laid bare.
Magick is afoote!
Witches, take care.
Dance the circle
Three times round.
Athame to the sky.
Athame to the ground.
Magick manifest.
Power grow.
Betwixt the worlds
As above, so below.
Chalice is raised
In honor of kin,
Passed round the circle
and back again.
As dawn approaches
The spirits retreat
To gather round
The Goddess' feet.
Thanks we give
As the last rite is spoken.
The circle undone,
But never broken.
Between the worlds
Where magick lies
Beats the heart of the witch,
The craft of the Wise.

... Moone

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