Charge of the Moon

I am She who Rides the Night Skies
I am She who sings in the Tides
I am She who bathes the Hills
In silver, shining bright.

Hold up a mirror to see my face
Gaze upon still waters
Chant my names
And I will heed your call

I am the Maiden of the Stolen Glance
I am the Mother of the Sacred Dance
I am the Crone who knows the secrets you hide in the dark.

I am the giver of blessings to those who look beyond my bright face
For I am the Moon, and I am always with thee.