Our past forgotten hiding in shadows

Too scared to leave

Like conjurers we weave the lights of day

Through all hours of the night.

I call you know upon the rivers of the wind

And the heart beats

I beckon you to me

The ability to know

The strength to dare.

The fortitude to will and secrete kept

I enter upon the path of light

With strength and conviction, the Gods await me

I fear not what must come.

Power be mine forever in time

In this, will I see the Wiccan Key

So Mote It Be!