Magick

Moonlight gently beaming down
Mystic, magick, jeweled crown.
Enchantment with our words we weave,
Tales of creatures we dare not believe.

Black cat, potion, witches rune
Fairy dust and flying broom.
Angel song and winged horse
Goddess of the Wiccan course.

This magick is within us all,
We are drawn to its mystical call,
But the greatest magic our souls impart
Is the magic of love inside our hearts.