“I do conjure thee, Earth
Now in the secret hour of night
Ebb and flow of meeting
And for my place, precisely stand centred
By this, the mystery of my Craft
Entrenched I see the boundary round
And of ought else, nought but the riding moon.
And these possess my thought and soul
Facing my truth to them
For I desire no other thought but these
For since long time I do require to learn
The truth of truths
Yea verily have I suffered to acheive
The life becoming spirit
And know that good and evil will prevail
Within no forced equality
Circle of Moon be gracious to me”
~~Roy Bowers