The Wildwoods

Ancient Spirits wise and old
Hidden secrets never told
Mystic symbols carved in oak
Faces in the sacred smoke
Forest dark and magic white
Words of power, spells of light
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
Aradia the Mother bright
Queens and Priestess of the night
Hunter Herne and Jack o'the green
Ate watching hidden and unseen
There's magic in the sacred ground
So draw protection all around
The moon is bright, the magic strong
The witch wind whispers fair song
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
But from the paths you must stray never
Oh the wildwoods will keep you forever.


L.R.