Thursday, March 7, 2013
The Besom Chant
Made from ash and willow withe
Tied with thongs of willow bark
In running stream at moonset dark.
With a pentagram indighted
As the ritual fire is lighted;
Sweep ye circle, deosil,
Sweep out evil, sweep out ill,
Make the round of the ground
Where we do the Lady's will.
Besom, besom, Lady's broom
Sweep out darkness, sweep out doom
Rid ye Lady's hallowed ground
Of demons, imps and Hell's red hound;
Then set ye down on Her green earth
By running stream or Mistress hearth,
Till called once more on Sabbath night
To cleanse once more the dancing site.
~ adapted by Laurelei Black
Posted by Natalie at 10:03 AM
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I love this! What is it from? I am putting it my Book.ReplyDelete
i agree with raven. this is awesome. where is it from?ReplyDelete