Witches’ Prayer

We sing to thee ole hollow one,

Under the swollen midnight sun.

Around the Caldron we shall roam,

Full of beauty, neon, and brome.

As we hum your loving prayer 

 Hear our echo through the air. 

Send forth the spirit to learn your ways,

So we can have truth through out our days. 

We ask thee oh guardian for advice,

So we sing this line Thrice! Thrice!

Unlearned we are in aught,

Be our messenger and plans be taught. 

We say thank you and listen for all to hear,

Ending this prayer with love and quaere.