#witchsky

#minerva
#moon
#witchsky

#witchsky

#Scotland
#witchsky

#karma
#witchsky

Silver light, upon this flame,
I call to thee, Diana's name.
Goddess of the hunt and moon,
Bless this candle, grant thy boon.
#witchsky

When twilight falls and shadows creep,
where starlight whispers secrets deep,
beyond the world, a hidden door,
awaits the dreamers,
evermore.

#witchsky

Words have power,
sharp and keen,
To build up worlds,
or tear down scenes.
Speak with kindness,
weave with care,
Let every phrase a blessing bare.
#witchsky

By the moon's pale light,
I weave this spell,
a shield of silver, guard me well.
From shadows dark and spirits' blight,
protect my soul throughout the night.
#witchsky

In velvet night,
where moonbeams gleam,
A world of dreams,
a flowing stream.
With eyes closed tight,
and spirits free,
Unlock the magic,
meant to be.

#witchsky

Earth awakens,
fury unbound,
Her wrath descends,
without a sound.
Seas surge and churn,
winds twist and turn.
Land heaves and sighs,
lessons to learn.

#witchsky

Ancient spirits,
slumbering deep,
whispers rise from mystic sleep.
In moonlit glades,
where shadows dwell,
Secrets old, their stories tell.
#witchsky

From earth we rise,
to earth we fall,
She nourishes us,
one and all.
Respect her wisdom,
deep and old,
Her story in the leaves unfolds.

#witchsky

Earth, lend your strength, a sturdy shield,
Water, flow 'round, a barrier sealed.
Fire, burn bright, ward off the dark,
Air, swift and keen, leave your mark.
Elements four, your powers combine,
Protect this book, with grace divine.

#witchsky

Blue wings flutter,
a shimmering sight,
Magic takes flight,
in the soft moonlight.
From flower to flower,
they gracefully roam,
Bringing beauty and peace to their new home.

#witchsky

In moonlit marsh,
where shadows lie,
A witch's touch, 'neath starry sky.
Ancient runes,
a whispered word,
A magic tale, in silence heard.

#witchsky

Great Spirit of Yule,
so wise and old,
bless this night,
with stories told.

By fire's glow, and candle's flame,
We honor you, and call your name.

From frosted boughs, a whisper falls,
Of ancient lore, in hallowed halls.
The Wheel turns slow, the dark gives way,
To embers glow, on Yuletide's day.

From the grey fog, a book born,
without ink, nor pen used.
Pages turned by unknown hand,
occult worlds, remote history.
Fog swirls, words appear,
strange creatures, gazes that shine.
Book of fog, soft whisper,
occult worlds, who receives them?
With dawn, fog vanished,
book found, infinite story.