Oh Great Artemis
Goddess of the night
I am the Preist;
The highest of the coven.
We call on you this night,
the Night of Ostara.
The night, Dark like your long
silky hair. The Barren land Dead with snow.
Oh Great Goddess of the Moon,
you are bright like the sun,
guiding us through the night.
Make this wasteland flourish,
like it did in spring.
Oh Great Artemis, Goddess of the Stars,
i am the Preist, the holiest of the coven.
Bless us with the beautiful fields of Ostara past.














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