Cauldron Chant

- by Ammond ShadowCraft

We form the Circle, The Circle most round.We form the Chalice, The Chalice

now found.

We call the Goddess, to meet the great need.We call the God, To plant His

fertile seed.

We call the quarters, which we call four.We summon the powers, that contain

the force.

We stir the Cauldron, from which we were born.We call the Gods, from whom we

were torn.

We say the words, which lead us round.We pass the kiss, with our lovers

found.

We face our dreams, in nights psychic flight.We face our hopes, in bright

moon of the night.

We face our fears, on the Dark Lords Horn.We face our failure, in the

Mothers new planted corn.

We live our lives, druming and dancing on the meadow.We confront our Death,

in the dancing moon light shadow.

Our paths run quickly, on fleet foot and wing.Our Circle is joyous with our

Queens and our Kings.

Let our little Circle be happy, with Bell, Bowl or Bow.And form now this

Circle, with gracious Love, Joy and Hope.

BLESSED BE