The Spell of the Comb and Mirror

                          O Lady of Shimmering beauty,
                      For whom the stars are shining jewels
                  And the Universe Her creation and plaything,
                              Weaver of destinies
                    And protectress of things wild and free.
                              Make me now, I do ask
                              To be thy daughter.
                              Make me one with thee
                        And grant me thy far-flung power.
                     Grant to this, thy Witch and Sorceress
                          Strength within and without
                        As eternal as the boundless sea;
                        The calm assurance of my powers
                            To make any do my bidding
                        And the winds, waters, and fires,
                              The hills themselves
                        Lend willingly themselves to me,
                    Give to me, who am of thy ancient Craft
                      The wisdom of ages, the lore of eons
                     Knowledge of light, knowledge of dark.
                        Grant me beauty ever more perfect
                        That I may reflect thee better.
                            Build magick within me,
                             Build power within me.

                        Power be drawn, and power come,
                            And make me one with thee
                        Make me greater, make me better.
                      Grant me strength and grant me power.

                     O Goddess who is my friend and mother,
                   I give you love and thanks, O Beautiful One.
                          May the magic I have summoned
                  Return the stronger when I have need of it.
                 May wisdom, strength, comliness and compassion
                      Remain with me, growing ever finer.
                                     So mote it be!