So Mote It Be
Knowing that this must be done
I head out in the dark of night
Knowing none will have their fun
Nor will they have any delight.
I call upon Spirits of the Earth.
Air, Fire, Water, Earth, Spirit,
I beg of them to consider my worth
I hope that my plea they hear it.
Lightning sizzles the air
As if my plea was heard
Oh my I shiver there
Feeling onward spurred.
I stretch my arms wide
And feel this ancient power
As I know I am no longer denied
While I am here at this precise hour.
All those fools that have hurt me
That have at my expense a laugh
Know that this is what I cree
And your pain is not over not by half.
In my circle I do spin
Chanting my chant
And await the spell to begin
Knowing that my wish be grant.
I warned you once you fools
That I was not one to toy with
So the Earths spirits are my tools
And you will know I am no myth!
Reap what you sow
This is my wish and cree
Let it be granted so
For you shall not flee.
As the Earth shivers
with Lightning and Thunder
Feeling the power like rivers
Flow through me with wonder
Go , run, and try to hide.
I do so dare you to try.
Tonight I will not be denied.
Mother Earth has heard my cry.
This night shall soon end
And mortal fools they are
My will shall not bend
As I raise my hands to a star.
This is my will
I cry to thee
As my spell fulfils
So mote it be.
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