The sweet evening breeze heralds the dance of the fairies,
Two by two they step through the heather in luminous splendor,
Less than an inch tall with shimmer wings and flowing hair,
They come to amuse Mother Hecate as She sits on the Twilight Throne.
Surrounded by roses, lavender and pale stone the Goddess brings on the
night,
The Goddess and The Night
In moonlight and mist Her ebony gown billows out across the landscape,
Her raven and Her three-headed hound sit beside Her and keep Her secrets,
Rushing water swirls at Her feet, and the gentle pansy leans forward for a
drink.
When the moon is high She raises Her arms and speaks words of power and
sovereignty,
The moon glows brighter with each passing syllable, and the fairies begin to
sing,
"Dear Mother from whom all beauty and goodness flows,
Let us touch Your hand and sit upon Your lap in the silver laced darkness."
