He comes each night to to the foot of my bed, 
Weaving dreams into my head 
His chants lightly creeping across the room, 
filling dark voids, it will be over soon 
"Bide the Wiccan laws ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust" 
The wiccan Rede plays in my mind and I lose all sense of time. 
I cast the circle thrice about to keep all evil spirits out... 
Deosil go by the waxing moon- sing and dance the Wiccan rune. 
My body & soul feel complete..true in love ever be, unless thy lover's false to thee. 
I finish.. eight words the Wiccan Rede fufill-and ye harm none, do what ye will.