A Cauldron Song
The cauldron of Spring, brings love that is true,
But only if the flame of desire, will burn in it blue.
A Summer cauldron gives flicker and flame,
Yet the magick within shall never be tame.
The cauldron that holds all thy Autumns rites,
Brightest twill burn on the blessed Samhain night.
Ice frozen within thy cauldron of Winter shall see,
All magick there halted now will flow free.
When Spirits dance the circle around,
Truth from within thy cauldron is found.
A cauldron by the light of the Moon and on Mother Earth,
Shall find every spell is given power and magickal birth.
By Lady Abigail