MagiStream

In the dead of the highest night, no howl of wind, only sounds of time passing. In the circle of cleansing here I cast to the truest of hearts.

Truth of the heart and truth of the mind.
Hearts of the wrong shall leave you acquainted in time.

Lest the feelings be true and is truth in return, this pairing no more as true love must begin.

I cast on thee: petals of rose, thoughts of good name, water of pure & salt of the sea.

This as I will it, so mote it be.