Oh powers of the earth and sky, Hear my plea, hear my cry, For in the shadows there lie, Monsters that make my heart sigh.
With broom in hand and spirits high, I call upon the ancient ties, To cast this spell and purify, The darkness that makes me want to hide.
From North to South, East to West, I banish all that causes unrest, Let the light of day shine its best, And cast out all that would molest.
With sage and salt and moonlit charm, I break the hold of shadow harm, And call upon my inner charm, To rise above and stay unharmed.
So mote it be, this spell is cast, And all that's needed has come to pass, My spirit soars and I'm free at last, From shadow monsters that cannot last.