Complete

The touch of a candle, the kiss of a flame,
Silently, softly, I touch the athame.
Moody is the incense, caressing the air,
Dressing the room, with long, fine hair.
The china bowl, filled with water,
Pulsates with life,
While silently, softly, I touch the knife.
The salt’s being sprinkled, the circle’s complete,
And now, in turn, comes the possible feat.
To raise the power, to change the fate,
Not a minute too early, not a second too late.
The energy’s swirling, the stars shine too bright,
The moon is smiling, right into the night.
I feel Their presence, it’s building up here,
And here comes the swell, I have no fear.
I feel the rush, leaving the earth,
Shaking the core, with the magick’s birth.
I sink to the ground, in happy defeat,
As I kiss the flame – my Ritual’s complete.