Though the foolish fear what they don’t understand, the magic goes on and the secret survives, for the priestess of the Moon is a witch, and what she represents is at one with what’s living, and all that she is will continue-for without her the Earth would weep and the night would never understand and so would cease to be.
She is the spiral of life-the oceans, the rivers, the falling of the dew, the changing of the seasons.
She is the corn at harvest and the birth of birds. She is the wind on the mountain and the spider’s web
All things of beauty are the name that she summons, for she is the mirror of the Goddess that is life, and the mother of all living things.
If she could not continue or was the last of all, then all hope would cease to be.
