Ballad to the Goddess

  She sings to me in silver tones
  She calls the merry tune
  The maidens dance before the crones
  To greet the rising moon.

The goddess grants me magic rite
Divine enchantress bring
The blessings forth in beams of light
And shine upon my ring.

  She sings to me in silver tones
  She calls the merry tune
  The maidens dance before the crones
  To greet the rising moon.

I cast the gifts of magic lore
Embrace your will and love
The Ancient ways from times before
Still form as peace above

  She sings to me in silver tones
  She calls the merry tune
  The maidens dance before the crones
  To greet the rising moon.

The way of crone, the aged and wise
Skyclad within the dune
My life is Hers in loving eyes
My Goddess is the moon

  She sings to me in silver tones
  She calls the merry tune
  The maidens dance before the crones
  To greet the rising moon.

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