Invocation to the Maiden At Beltane
by Blayze

We call to the Moon at the dark of night
To choose our Queen from the Maidens bright
By Oak and Ash and Thorn of White
We stir thee up in the sacred rite.

Fly O Queen on silvered beam
To call the King from the verdant green
Of wood and field, of hill and vale
To ride the river of starlight pale

Come O Maiden, hear our call
To hold the Green Man in your thrall
As dance we round the pool and tree
On Beltane night, we call to Thee!