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Not as weird as it first appears; it's not violent, it's meant to be beautiful! |
The touch of a candle, the kiss of a flame, Silently, softly, I touch the athame. Moody is the incense, caressing the air, Dressing the room, with long, fine hair. The china bowl, filled with water, Pulsates with life, While silently, softly, I touch the knife. The salt’s being sprinkled, the circle’s complete, And now, in turn, comes the possible feat. To raise the power, to change the fate, Not a minute too early, not a second too late. The energy’s swirling, the stars shine too bright, The moon is smiling, right into the night. I feel Their presence, it’s building up here, And here comes the swell, I have no fear. I feel the rush, leaving the earth, Shaking the core, with the magick’s birth. I sink to the ground, in happy defeat, As I kiss the flame – my Ritual’s complete. |