From realms unseen, I call to thee, Ancestors, guides, deities. White and black, a balanced shield, Yin and yang, on hallowed field. Runes inscribed, sigils drawn, Protection's light, from dusk till dawn. Salt and sage, rosemary's might, Thyme's gentle strength, in darkest night. Frankincense swirls, sandalwood's grace, Smoke of stillness, a liminal space. No joy, no anger, just being's start, A fresh beginning, a brand new heart. Bay leaves burn, a crackling sound, A circle of trust, on sacred ground. Selenite radiates, cool and bright, A beacon of hope, in darkest night. Spell jars and bags, sachets and rings, Bracelets and words, the power it brings. Flames rise high, guardians near, Whispering strength, banishing fear. A cloak of safety, surrounds me now, Shielding me from harm, I avow. Malice and darkness, banished away, Only protection, here to stay. I close my eyes, and face the unknown, My deepest fears, no longer shown. For within this circle, safe and sound, Protection's love, does now surround. Blessed be, and mote it be.