Night grows silent
soft the fall of feet,
in the dark wood
lovers walk to meet.
Sacred coven
called from starry dust,
in the dark wood
a ritual of trust.
Heart coven,
how the petals part,
four chambers,
in love with every heart.
Sacred lovers,
venus shines above,
unfurling
a circle of endless love.
Night grows darker,
soft the meadow wind,
in the dark wood,
gathered close again.
The trust of lovers,
the sign the fourfold kiss,
the heart coven,
a ritual of bliss.
Heart coven,
how the petals part,
four chambers,
in love with every heart.
Sacred lovers,
the moon shines above,
unfurling,
a circle of endless love.
Night grows closer,
soft the light of stars,
in the dark wood,
kiss the priestess scars.
Sacred coven,
called by candlelight,
to the dark wood,
the ritual of night.
