Children of the Moon
Children of the Moon,
Dancers to the God,
Within the circle merry meet,
Where ancient ones have trod.
A star shall be thy lantern,
the sky shall be thy cloak,
As ye speak the ancient rhyme,
The Goddess to evoke.
Shadows dancing on your skin,
Reflecting by the laughing flames,
All are joined within the trance,
As ye call out the ancient names.
All of life with thee doth merge,
Sylvan spirits dancing free,
The Horned Hunter guards the ring,
Rejoice, and Blessed Be!
—Diana Haronis | 
