Drawing Down the Moon
assembled at my shrine,
Mother darksome and divine.
Mine the scourge and the kiss,
Here I charge you with this sign.
All ye assembled within my sight,
Bow before my spirit bright.
Lover of the Horned God.
Mighty Queen of Witchery and the night,
Morgan, Etione, Nisene,
Diana, Bridgid, Melusine,
Am I named of old by men.
The Underworld’s Dark Mistress, Summerland’s Queen.
Ye who ask me of this Rune,
or would ask me a boon.
Meet me in some secret glade,
dance my round in greenwood shade.
By the light of the full Moon,
In a place, wild and lone.
Dance about mine Alter Stone,
work my Holy Mystery.
Ye who are feign to sorcery.
I bring ye secrets yet unknown.
No more shall ye know of slavery,
who give true worship unto me.
Ye who tread my round on Sabbat night,
come ye naked to the rite.
In token that ye truly be free.
I teach ye the mystery of rebirth,
work ye my mysteries in mirth.
Heart joined to heart and lip to lip,
five are the points of fellowship.
That bring ye ecstacy on earth,
for I am the circle of rebirth.
I ask no sacrifice, but please do bow,
no other law but love I know,
By naught by love may I be known,
All things living are my own.
From me, they come,
To me, they go.
I invoke thee and call upon thee,
Mighty Mother of us all.
Bringer of fruitfulness by seed and by root.
I invoke thee by life and love,
and call upon thee to descend
into the body of thy Priestess and servant.
Hear with her ears, speak with her tongue,
touch with her hands, kiss with her lips.
That thy servants may be fulfilled.