Copyright 1991 Anahita-Gula (pseud.). May be reproduced with acknowledgment.
We clean this night our altar and our room
To build our Temple. Here then, we have spread
The pentacle, athame and the broom,
With God and Goddess candles at the head.
So dress we now our Priestess in her Crown:
The Circle’s cut in perfect Trust and Love.
So call the Quarters, dance the Witches’ Round
And beckon down the Moon from high above.