I visited Pendle Hill in Lancashire on the night of a full lunar eclipse some years ago. Very spooky.......

Eclipse over Pendle

The Dark lays still o’er Pendle Hill,

Full moon shining, frost lays starkly

Vapour rises, Magics’ guises,

The soul of the mountain whispers darkly.

Shimmer moon shine down,

Night’s the beauty, yours the glory,

Glimmer moon shine down,

Retell once more the ancient story.

The silence speaks of demon sleep

And long dead warlock, mage or druid

Waking tonight. Sorcerous unlight,

And ancient glamours now unguarded

Shimmer moon. Shine down

The circle marred, Shadow encroaching

Glimmer moon. Shine down,

Ware the spell, darkness approaching

Luna’s disc gleams through the mist,

Her maiden’s face the sky caresses

Her age old eyes have seen the signs

Of Albion, Wicca and Lyonesse

Blaze stars and shine

Umbric darkness in the gaining

Brazen stars and I

Watch lunatic shadow in the making

The Dark lays still on Pendle Hill

It’s perfection bids my silence

The darkness reigns, as foreordained

Wordless sentience gathers presence

Cold, Dark. And I,

Benumbed await occult conclusion

Old stars and I, tranced

Await moonstruck possession

Returned to day, the Spirit lays,

The presence drops once more to slumber,

The hills and plains, Pendle’s demesne,

In sunshine. Night now ill-remembered

Shine sun, shine down,

O’er hill and valley, field and deeping

Shine sun shine down,

On Colossus, only sleeping