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Night Song
This candle lit on darkest night
when full moon sinks down out of sight.
Each shadow held and made to part,
a glow to warm his ice cold heart.
Come wind, come fire, come waters course
Mixed with earth makes magic’s source.
Rosemary, sage laid on the stone,
the fires warmth to him be born
Awake the flame that lived within.
Where once burned hot, will once again.
Standing tall and sky clad free,
Goddess hear your daughters plea.
Close the book and ring the bell,
light the candle.... Once more compel.
By Linda Rutherford
For the contest "Bell book and candle"
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