Secrets of the night give way to the day, when all is remembered within and taken in  but not swayed,

the powers you saught seven steps set before you have now got but there is but two more,

in a grand circle your heart is now called to know the witches of summer or fall,

for all the witches from amethyst and of pine, and of blue fire and red and green alike, or rosepetal and of daisy and of herbal stone as well,

 from the river stick and the pointy-ness bush,

and the oak nights swell...

the moons now your heartbeat and the wind now your sight,

so bask in the cladness of your souls delight