 Hear the witche's word, listen all ye well, Hear the wise ones chant the spell. Here in the pages of forgotten lore, Dwell the great Lady and the hooded Lord. All who seek shall magick find, Untouched by the hands of time. Cloaked in beauty, love, and light, The chants are spoken deep in the night. Time cannot take them, for they live in out hearts, These sacred words which we will never part. Open the book of the witche's word, And listen to the voices that shall be heard. Merry meet shall we and dance among the pages, Merry part we shall like the wise ones amongst the ages. Words of the witch in here dwell, Come ye all and recite the spell. For in these pages our truth does live, Our feet walk the path of the wise ones, In our hands the world is ours to give. So to all the children of the circle came all around, Listen to the witch's words and make not a sound. Raven Maeve 
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