Crone of Samhain's spellbound cold,
In Her cauldron of black are told
Secrets ancient, truths and tales:
Mystery Her light unveils.
She is wisdom, She is changes:
Time and space She rearranges.
In Her hands, the card of Death,
For transformation is Her breath.
Crone of Samhain, Grandmother wise,
Look into Her gargoyle eyes.
Let Her lessons teach you well:
Life is but a magick spell.