3 October 2012
My Wiccan tools are charged by the moon When it sits full within the night sky The four elements assist my work Water, Earth, Wind, Air are close by
My altar, a place to put my tools Used during ritual and spells Always placed within the magic circle The words used I need not tell
My Athame in my hand It draws for me ritual shapes Pentagrams and circles It's point, wilfully scrapes
With my Bell and Broom Candles, Cauldron and Chalice My Robe and Book of Shadows My spells are not for malice
Using a length of cord It helps me to release energy The use of burning incense Helps to relax others and me
My wand, made of wood Used like my ceremonial knife Is for calling my Goddess Not for taking ones life
The aim of ritual and tool Is to place on the object, my will To grasp the magical energy Of magic, the object will fill
Within the magic circle It's meaning is endless and infinite The passage of life, death and rebirth The Broom will banish negative luck
I can sense you are intrigued Without the need of a crystal ball You are wanting to hear more Under the spell of Wicca, you do fall
©Kim Brown 3rd October 2012
Witchy Tales...part 2 • Opuss № I