Evoe Gaia poem

Evoe Gaia! IO Pan!

Earth grow!
Air blow!
Fire burn!
Water Flow!
From the quarters come ye all
Answer unto the Wytches' call
Raise the wand and draw the stroke
Through the curling incense smoke
Bare the blade and fill the cup
Moon shine down and sea rise up!
From the realms behind the wind
All ye spirits gather in
Weave the web and spin the thread
Lend us strength ye mighty dead
Queen of land, sea and sky
Aid my purpose hear my cry
Horned Lord of the field and wood
Bring for all the greatest good
Come from shadow come from fire
Work the spell of my desire
Bend the bow and draw the string
Send the power through the ring!

Evoe Gaia! IO Pan!