Our past forgotten, hiding in shadows too                            The ability to know, the strength to
scared to leave. Like conjurers we weave                            dare, the fortitude to will and
the lights of day through all hours of the                                secrets kept. I enter upon the path
night. I call you now upon the rivers of                                 of light. With strength and
wind, and heart beats, I beckon you to me.                          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!