I just want to be brave, even when I’m walking through the dark forest of a season. I want to bear my sword right - I want to feel it against the palm of my hand and know that I am protected. I want to be okay. Help me be okay.
On this right and ready hour,
We call upon the age-old power,
East and West, South then North,
Ancient ones we call you forth.
Bless this hearth, bless this home,
Keep all who gather round this stone.
Hide this sack of deep black coal,
As we add the warmth of fires old.
Salt and stones, keep safe and sound,
This witches charm is now abound.