Old Mystical Rites Of The Chrystal Moon Poem by katarina bowman

Old Mystical Rites Of The Chrystal Moon



Airy light of the moon,
Mystery of the deep earth,
power of the flowing water,
warmth of the burning flame,
In nyx's name I call to thee!

Healing of ills,
righting of wrongs,
cleansing of impurity,
desiring of truths,
In nyx's name I call to thee!

Sight of the cat,
hearing of the dolphin,
speed of the snake,
mystery of the phoenix,
In nyx's name I call to thee,
and ask that with us you will be
blessed be!

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