The haughty moon
rules the night.

Moon children fly on
leathery wings to the rite

to call upon
the ancient Goddess.

Smoky incense rises
from the cauldron.

Silver candles sparkle,
charged by her power.

Round about the
cauldron dance.

Their wings shroud the night
from the dying light.

[Lady Spiderwitch is a Witch and writer. She lives in Halifax. Her nonfiction has appeared in Crone Newsletter, Eternal Haunted Summer Ezine, Essential Herbal magazine, Naming the Goddess and Paganism 101. She also blogs at http://ladyspiderwitch.wordpress.com.]