Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air And grant me live and to love as you do Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure To cast off its shroud and reveal your dark truths Tho' deceit may be hid in your innocent lure We welcome your fresh silver light The love of the huntress is right Your light is shining on your children in the night No Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests Moon Mother so full is your milk In the radiant pool of your calm The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane So safe are your warm open arms The others are under your power Tho' there's death behind both of your ebony gates The gift of new life is your flower.
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