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Athame Moon
Welcome, and Goddess bless. Here shall be my virtual proclamation of the faith, for all to see.
I wish to state here and now that the Craft has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Despite what many fanatical people might lead you to believe, the Craft has nothing to do with charming Latin incantations, waving wands to make feathers float, and dank dungeons for potions class. It also has nothing to do with the worship of Satan, and in fact, those of the Craft do not believe in Satan. The Craft is basically an elaborate form of specified prayer, almost always calling upon elements of nature for assistance. Nothing evil there...
Magic lives...
Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

- Walter de la Mare
Morgana, Guardian of Spells
from Shakespeare's Macbeth
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
Harpier cries:-'tis time! 'tis time!
Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing.-
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil andtrouble;
Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Wtiches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of a birth-strangled babe
Ditch deliver'd by a drab,-
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tider's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldon bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
O, well done! I commend your pains;
And everyone shall share i' the gains.
And now about the caldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.


Whew! That took a while. Sorry to disappoint people, but real witches never do stuff like that. I mean, come on, who REALLY wants to put bits and pieces of things in a pot and boil it? Not me. However, it IS one of the most famous pieces of literature involving witchcraft, and one of my favorite poems!