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In the circle we unfold all the secrets we have been told.



As above, so below.



Magick spell, sacred ground, candles are all aglow.







Air, Fire, Water, Earth, and Spirit, through our being they will flow.



While we chant and while we dance, we are lost in a trance.



In our Craft we take a chance, if meant to be, let it be so.



The Witches’ Creed, the Wiccan Rede, speaks to us of love and not of greed.



Changes will come and just like the seed we are able to grow.



Harm ye none, do as ye will.

Through the summerlands

On a star-paved path

They walk

Under moonlit skies

Through a veil of tears

They watch



Days turn to weeks

turn to months and still

They wait



For that magick time

When the veil is lifted

And they can rejoin for one night

The ones they left behind

Touch a light to the little wick,

Watch it burn to the candlestick.

Study with care the little blaze;

Fortunes are told in its tiny rays.



If an unseen power makes it weak and low,

For you it foretells a tale of woe.

If that same power makes a blaze bright and healthy,

You'll be happy and wise, be good and wealthy.

Follow me children,

Through the dell,

Follow me children,

To weave a spell,

Follow me children,

The Moon is bright,

Follow me children,

Tis' Samhain Night.



Dance through the grove,

leap throughthe Air, and slip on

through the trees.

Feel the earth beneath

your feet, and the

cool grass on your knees.

Deeper and Deeper,

on into the wood,

Parents can't follow,

but they wish that they could.

To dance and to sing

and do anything

that their trapped inner

child desires.



Into a clearing, hidden

away, with treetops

so high, it'd be

night during day,

here is where the

fairies play and emerge

on Samhain Night.

A fire is lit and a

circle forms, the ritual

starts and the whole

group mourns. Their

Great One has slipped

away and henceforth,

Samhain Night.



Louder and louder the

wailing grows, when

it will stop, well, only

She knows. For She

too, mourns her King.

Lonely until what the

Solstice brings. . . . .

Here on Samhain Night.

They reach the peak

and die away, the velvet

sky shifts into gray. Now it's

almost the break of

day, on what was

Samhain Night.



They slip back into

the woods, to return

to where they'd come,

as light seeps through

the leaves, creating

a sense of unease,

of what had been

SamhainNight.



Follow me children,

It is all over,

Follow me children,

Through the green clover.

Follow me children,

The Sun does rise.

Follow me children,

Let us be wise,

For it's past,

Our Samhain Night.

Mother Maiden, Crone

I am just a Witch alone,

honoring your many phases

as my own....

Changes come and go,

tides rise and flow

as your light continues to grow,

peeking through the window as I sleep,

my dreams you safely keep,

Goddess of the Moon,

your magick fills my room,

with blessings of the womb,

moonbeams dance upon these walls,

like golden threads, spun on a loom,

Stars circle round,

like a silvery crown,

as I draw your energy down..

Many Blessings you continuously bestow

with your magickal glow,

as above... so below....

Mother, Maiden, Crone

I am just a Witch Alone....

She sees faeries



And talks to her herb garden.

And everyone laughs.



She feels colors,

And says there is magic in the moon.

And everyone laughs.



She never hurts anyone

And loves her oak tree like a child.

And everyone laughs.



She always helps a stranger

And the neighborhood strays adore her

And everyone laughs.



She sits and cries

And mumbles to the shadows,

And no one cares.



Once her hair was long and bright,

Now it is a matted mess

And no one cares.



She used to dance among the trees,

Now she can't find them

And no one cares.



Dreams of magic fill her days;

Magic she can almost touch.

And no one cares.



The day she died her herbs did, too.

And her oak tree bowed its limbs.

A single candle burned in her window

With naught there but the cats.

And no one understands...