The Wytches Creed
Hear now the words of the Wytches,the secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway, 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 Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal, when sun is at greatest and least
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned and Wytches 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 ages, each time between woman and man
Each century unto the other, 'ere 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 theworld of beyond will tell naught
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 succession, the opposites each unto each
Shown forth as a 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 depths 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!
Source: Doreen Valiente's: Witchcraft For Tomorrow