Cone of Power

Cone of Power

by TB Kelley

Widdershins and deosil winds, the magick begins to rise!

Laughter and dancing shins bring up the powers entwinded

Chanting and singing of balance in rhyme

Magick is stirring, beginning to rise

up to the top the power is slung down

Come down the feet of the blessed and the loved.


TB Kelley is a follower of the Old Ways, worshiping the Earth and all her creations. Hecate is her Matron Goddess. She enjoys writing Poetry, Rituals & Spells. She is a Mother of 3 children and 3 fur children.
Knowledge is her passion.

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