The Circle’s Breath

 

To Know—I walk the path unseen,

Through root and bone and forest green.

The whispers teach, the shadows tell,

The truth lies deep in earthen spell.

With eyes unclouded, mind set wide,

I drink the dark where secrets hide.

To Will—I raise my voice in flame,

And carve the stars with sacred name.

No falter shall my purpose meet,

No tremble shake my grounded feet.

The world bends not, but I arise—

With fire born from inner skies.

To Dare—I dance on blade and storm,

Where chaos sings in shifting form.

Through fear’s embrace, I make my vow,

To kiss the edge, to leap somehow.

For magic sleeps where bold hearts tread,

In places mortals fear to tread.

To Keep Silent—I seal the rite,

With lips as closed as tombs of night.

In stillness lies the oldest lore,

In silence, spells become the door.

I hold the void, the pause, the breath—

The womb of life, the hush of death.

Four cornerstones, the witches’ way—

By moon and flame, by night and day.

The sacred vow in soul is sworn,

Each witch anew, each witch reborn.