I wrote this years ago after creating an Imbolc Ritual - it sort of spilled out of my pen onto the page lol! Moonlight on the Meadows Frost on the hill The stars hold their Breath They are waiting and still Circle of Tall Stones Proud, cold and bare Sense the Ancient Power In the Midnight Air And they’re Dancing and Calling! Dancing and Calling Their Power to the Night The witches all gather To Draw down the Light Come Spin with the Lady Come Dance with the Lord We Dance as we Weave Life’s Magical Cord And the Horns and Hooves clatter And Magic abounds The Lady now gathers Her children around... And they’re Dancing and Calling! Come, run down to the Meadow Down to the Ancient Well Hear the sweet voice of the Goddess The Wisdom of Ages she tells By magical Will you’re contained here The birds and the beasts ‘round you fly As you spin and you weave your own power And the Sun and Moon dance in the Sky And they’re Dancing and Calling! Dancing and Calling Their Power to the Night The witches all gather To Draw down the Light Come Spin with the Lady Come Dance with the Lord We Dance as we Weave Life’s Magical Cord And the Horns and Hooves clatter And Magic abounds The Lady now gathers Her children around... And they’re Dancing and Callling!! ©Hawthorne
Posted on: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 02:48:32 +0000