So mote it be. She shines no more in the sky. The Lady rests, but in our hearts and minds and souls, the light remains. This circle is the world between the worlds where all things are possible, but Luna is missing. The moon has been swallowed into the womb of night.
Someone leads the chants Isis, Astarte etc.
Let us discover clarity, truth and the light of our own spirits. Her head is bowed and her hands are crossed over her breast. My children, know this to be the truth. As the moon passes through its phases there is birth, death and rebirth. Every end has a beginning.