Shadows of old prayers, still flash in the gentle candle light.
Are added to the many desperate wishes left there.
Left by generations of those trying so hard to believe.
In almost unbelievable Gods.
Or the One who said he is the One.
All graven images must fall before this power.
Some knew the truths, Some knew the Old mysteries.
They had been there, in dreams, drempt so long ago.
Yet the imprint on their souls remains.
Once that mark has been made nothing remains quite the same.
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Sanctified, in Her Name.
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Keep pure your highest ideals.
Strive always toward this.
Let nothing stop you or turn you aside.
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)0( Adapted from the Charge.. attributed to Scire & Doreen Valiente.)0(
