They cast the circle, light the fire,
Then announce their heart's desire.
Call the quarters, Earth and Air,
Fire, Water, check they're there.
Priest and Priestess lead the rite,
Be it Yule or Samhain night.
Chanting voices make a sound,
All together, circle round.
Cloaked arms, reaching high,
Chanting louder, the end is nigh.
Final words: So mote it be,
To bind the spell by three times three.
Pass the goblet, pass the bread,
Thank the Gods for what they've said.
Merry meet and Merry Part,
A Pagan's love comes from the heart.
I wish it all to be over, for the absence of rest in this vessel hath no worldly cure. Go, leave this grave be, lest a mangled form rise and haunt you in darkness and whisp'ed murmurs.
I don't expect you'll see this as it's been a very very long time, almost 10 years. I was Fadingsurvivor once upon a time, you popped into my mind the other day and I remembered your screen name. Hope life has been treating you well.