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.