Mystic Moon Magick With the waxing moon comes spells and dreams, the magick circle's cast, I raise my arms and pray: "Goddess, grant Your bounty in plenty and peace; So mote it be."
At the full moon, again I stand alone within the magick circle, with raised arms, I pray: "God, keep us safely bound in Your loving light; So mote it be."
When the moon wanes darkness steals, evil reveals, but the magick circle holds me and my battle-prayer begins: "Thou, with strength of warriors, send Your sword aloft; So mote it be."
Under the dark new moon there burns a ring of fire, within the magick circle acrid prayers rise: "All power unto Thee! Rage with Your decree! So mote it be."