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The Witches Creed

By Doreen Valiente

Hear now the words of the Witches, the secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathaway, that now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire, the earth and the wide-ranging air,
by hidden quintessence we know them, and will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all Nature, the passing of Winter and Spring,
we share with the life universal rejoice in the magickal ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat returns, and the Witches are seen
at Lammas and Candlemas dancing on May Eve and old Halloween.

When day-time and night-time are equal When sun is at greatest and least
the four Lesser Sabbats are summoned and Witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in year are thirteen is the Coven's array
thirteen times at Esbat make Merry For each golden year and a day.

The power that was passed down the age each time between woman and man
Each century unto the other Eve time and the ages began

When drawn is the Magickal Circle by sword of athame of power
its compass between two worlds lies in land of the shades for that hour

This world has no right then to know it and world of beyond will tell naight
the oldest of Gods are invoked there the great work of Magick is wrought

For the two are mystical pillars that stand at the gate of the shrine
and two are the powers of Nature the forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in sucession the opposites each unto each
shown forth as God and a Goddess of this our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider the Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades
By day he's the King of the Woodland the dweller in green forest glades

She is youthful or old as she pleases She sails the torn clouds in her barque
the bright silver Lady of the Midnight the crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The Master and the Mistress of Magick that dwell in the deeps of the mind
immortal and ever-renewing with power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods and dance and make love in their praise
till Elphame's fair land shall recieve us in peace at the end of our days.

And do what you will be the challenge So be it Love that harms none
for this is the only Commandment By Magick of old, Be it Done !

Again yes this is by Doreen Valiente. It would appear that the majority of her poems are now accepted as holy religious texts. This does not however make them "age old" or really ancient...unless the 1950s is now considred so long ago that nothing existed before it. This however does not take away any of the meaning or value people can take from the poems. People can learn from them, many do, they are a good way of understanding how a lot of the wiccan belief system works

- Playgans

2005-09-15 [itoe]: omigod! these were like writen in teh 50s? taht toattly goes agints my religos beliefs! Teh werld was toattyl made in like 1967 by Cher! ................. *rolls eys* Sorry, I had to. The notion that the 1950s were so long ago nothing existed before them was too good an opening to pass up. You can delete this if you want, Dela.

2005-09-15 [Delladreing]: hehe nope its amusing

2006-01-09 [windowframe]: Damnit. Not firsty. le sigh* I'll get over it. *haunts*

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