A daughter in the woods created a sacred circle,
she burnt a mix of herbs and she was holding an amount of myrtle.
She called the elementals at the corners until the dawn was coming,
she made the evocation and for the Goddess she was chanting.
The atmosphere had changed and a presence filled the air,
a morph started to emerge; it was a woman with a beauty extremely rare.

She was wearing a long dress which was like the starry night,
a diaphanous veil was covering her shoulders falling at each side.
She had high on her waist one a knife on her belt,
a small key with a silver chain was hung around her neck.
She was holding one torch and the flame was warm and bright,
she is the Goddess of the truth, the wisdom and the light.

“I am the triple energy of the four worlds,
she who on her hands the time holds.
I am the one, the life-giving soul,
I hold the torch of truth leading to the sacred road.
I am she who her heart is the fire of the sun,
and what is done I can make it undone.
I am more ancient than the world, more ancient than time,
when the darkness comes it is then when you will see me shine.
I am she who hears the silence and she who is standing still,
to those who honor my name I’ll be present in the times of need”.