The Witch

I am a creature of the night, 
Following the ancient ways. 
Gentle words flow from my lips, 
As I hail the Gods of olden days. 
With atheme held by my side, 
And pure white candles brightly lit, 
I chant the songs of years gone by, 
And cleanse the room as justly fit. 
Energy is flowing æround, 
I cast the circle thrice about, 
With Air, Earth and Water, Fire too, 
To keep the evil spirits out. 
Now to begin my ancient work, 
Upon my task I set. 
I use the golden words of yore, 
And stop not until my end is met. 
At the closing of the night, 
After all the energy is still, 
I chant "Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill." 
"An' harm it none, do what ye will."