Member: yehonatan7

"Now raise the sword and walk the round,
By cold blue flame this place we claim,
An banish all that is profane,
Within this round is sacred ground.

Now send the swirling clouds on high,
From censer's depth to starry deep,
Send forth on air our bond to keep,
Cold matter to embrace the sky.

From sacred cup a mystic space,
Where we the threads of magick lace,
Let streams of cleansing water pour,
With rune five-pointed guard this place.

Create a haven for Her grace,
A seat for Her whom we adore.

From East on mighty wing be sped,
Wild spirits of the air and storm,
From South with flaming aspect dread,
Let fiery guardians take their form.

From Western seas with tossing foam,
Oh watchers issue from the deep,
From Northern glades, from beds of loam,
Let kobolds granite vigil keep.

Oh Elements receive our call,
An Powers gather to our rite,
And build four mighty towers tall,
To ring us from the world this night.

An guard this circle on the hill,
Where we are met to work our Will."

- Tom Williams, "L' Adoration de la Terre: A Ritual in Sonnets."

posted by theoldman at 8:43 am (EST) on Sep 3, 2009