The Cauldron is full, the mixture is ready.
Magick is coming soon, it is overflowing.
The Panther is steady, waiting and ready.
The Dragons fill the sky, high in their flying.
The Bat hangs easy, sure and steady.
The Other is waking, stirring and coming.
The Cat is bitten and ready to play.
The Time draws near, no more evading.
Your time is up, you can't get away.
Be sharp, be ready, for He is arriving.
Magick abounds, the time is right.
Be ready and strong, to face The Storm's might.
Oh they think they know, yet they have no idea.
The Eyes have found you, hear the howl of Drahlthae'a!
The Panther of Smokey Mists sits still, The Bat of Protection is ready.
Draco flies high, all firm and steady.
He comes soon now, eager to play.
The Other comes forth, no more running away.
Hold still your tongue, quiet your fears.
For He knows best that which is hidden, so shed no tears.
The Elements sit waiting, His call They hear.
The Cauldron is full, so come close, come near.
The Time is now, As Above then So Below.
Come forth, stand tall, yet take no bow.
A Witch, a Wicca, a Heathen or something the same?
Be ready ye will, it's time for The Game.
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