I br Every waning moon br You cast your best spells br To evil you do not dwell br White magic is your hail br II br You burned the colored candles br And they melt down br Wax is all around br The Wiccans’ furrow br III br Bringing love br Or hexing it br Binding spells for him br Winding back clocks at will br Speeding them for the feel br IV br Lovely robes you wear at night br Under the dancing moonlight br Casting your circle well br Casting out hell br Bringing in your guide br Only seeking wisdom br Side by side br V br The town of Salem in the past br You’re free to practice at last br All your gods and goddesses at your will br If they want to be br For you their blessings seek br VI br As this poem is wrote br I sense you at my back br Looking over me br Making sure I’m on track br VII br Once a love rock was seen br One dropp from each applied br Their love still glides br Thou not side by side br IX br To speak in rhyme br Takes a lot of time br And takes a lot of skill br Your spells are undaunting br They rhyme without stopping br How amazing! br To go on and go on br As if singing a song br X br May your spells come right br May your life be true br May you be blessed by all br The gods that you chose br But, you suly know br That only one true God rules br For he loves you too br Look to him for the ultimate power, which you never knew br So mote it be! So mote it be! br The half rhyme is throughbr br Cynthia Yildirimbr br