The Witches Gather
The forest echoes with love and laughter
As the coven of witches gather.
Clearing the circle of unwanted vibes,
The maiden, onto a candle, inscribes:
“Sacred flame of fire, glow,
Asking all impurities to go.
Cleanse this space with fire and air
So our rite is fresh and fair.”
The High Priestess holds her wand above,
And casts the circle of perfect love.
Faeries flutter to and fro,
As the energy begins to grow.
The sharing of crescent cakes and ale,
Weaving spells and healing prevail.
Luna illuminates powerful light;
Blessing the coven, the earth, and the rite.
The witches hold hands as they chant:
“Oh, great Goddess, vibrant and valiant,
Blessings upon you and your earth,
Thank you for the Sun’s rebirth.”
–By The Light Of The Crystal Moon: A Book of Pagan Poetry and Short Stories