Darksome night and shining moon,
Hearken to the Witches Rune:

East then South, West then North           
Hear!          Come!           I call thee Forth!

By all the Powers of land and sea,          
Be obedient unto me.

Wand, Penticle, and thy Sword,          
Hearken ye unto my word.

Cords and censer, scourge and knife,          
Waken all ye into life.

Powers of the Witches blade,          
Come ye as the charge is made.

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell,
Send your aid unto this spell.

Horned Hunter of the night,
Work my will by magick right.

By the Powers of land and sea,
As do I say:           "So mote it be."

By all the might of Moon and Sun,
As I do will, it shall be done!

Eko Eko, Azarak,
Eko Eko Zomilak

Eko Eko Cerrunnos,
Eko Eko Aradia

The Witches Rune
(Authors Unknown)
Summoning Spirit
Second Rune
     for Casting a Circle:

Black Spirits and White, Red Spirits and Grey,
Harken to the rune I say:

Four points of the Circle, weave the spell,
East, South, West, North, your tale to tell.

East is for Red, for the break of the day.
South is White for the noontide hour,
For the West, is twilight grey,
While North is Black for the place of Power.

Three times round the Circle's cast.
Great ones, Spirits from the past,

Witness this and guard it fast.

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          THE CREED

  This can be said by the High Priestess,
  the High Priest or the Coven as a whole.

          "Hear now the words of the witches,
          The secrets we hid in the night,
          When dark was our destiny's pathway,
          That now we bring forth into the light.

          Mysterious Water and Fire,
          The Earth and the wideranging Air,
          By hidden quintessence we know them,
          And will keep silent and dare.

          The birth and rebirth of all nature,
          The passing of winter and spring,
          We share with the life universal,
          Rejoice in the magical ring.

          Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
          Returns, and the witches are seen
          At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
          On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.

          When day time and night time are equal,
          When sun is at greatest and least,
          The four lesser Sabbats are summoned,
          Again witches gather in feast.

          Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
          Thirteen is the Coven's array.
          Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
          For each golden year and a day.

          The power was passed down the ages,
          Each time between woman and man,
          Each century unto the other,
          Ere time and ages began.

          When drawn is the magical circle,
          By sword or athame of power,
          It's compass between the two worlds lies,
          In the land of shades that hour.

          This world has no right to know it,
          And the world beyond will tell naught.
          The oldest of gods are invoked there,
          The Great Work of Magic is wrought.

          For two are the mystical pillars,
          That stand at the gate of the shrine,
          And two are the powers of nature,
          The forms and the forces of the divine.

          The dark and the light in succession,
          The opposites each unto each,
          Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
          This did our ancestors teach.

          By night he's the wild wind's rider,
          The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
          By day he's the King of the Woodland,
          The dweller in green forest glades.

          She is youthful or old as she pleases,
          She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
          The bright silver lady of midnight,
          The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

          The master and mistress of magic,
          They dwell in the deeps of the main,
          Immortal and ever renewing,
          With power to free or to bind.

          So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
          And dance and make love in their praise,
          Till Elphames's fair land shall receive us
          In peace at the end of our days.

          And Do What Thou Wilt shall be the challenge,
          So be it in love that harms none,
          For this is the only commandment,
          By magic of old, be it done!

          Eight words the Witches Creed fulfill:
          If It Harms None, Do What Thou Will!

Valiente, Doreen; "Witchcraft for Tomorrow"; Phoenix Publishing 1985

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