Poetry By Willow Dancer





"The Athame"


The energy is boundless within my silver blade
a circle drawn upon the earth
the protective wheel is made.

Call on eastern quarters to bring a gentle breeze
air glides on a ravens wing
to rest among the trees.

Behold the sacred beauty as the ritual begins
an athame raised toward the moon
to draw the power in.

Bring forth all her majesty and fill me with her light
empower me in goddess name
to charge your magick rite.

Willow Dancer
12-11-02



Inspired by the Art of
Cynthia Rudzis



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