A spell I write in darkest night
To conjure spirits of old ages.
To wield inhuman cosmic might
When I will fill these cursed pages.
I put one symbol after other
While flames ignite and start to dance
I am denying Holy Father
So one I call will come at once.
I see a figure in the cloud
It came to me from pits of hell
I could not see it’s face in shroud
But still I know who answered spell…
Spell I Summoning
© Copyright: Basantsov Robert, 2003
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