The evening speaks, a whispered sigh
The wind, chill, as a raven’s cry
But I will wander farther on
Seeking paths less traveled by.

In the solace, shadows deep,
Kindred with the love I keep
Are spirits dear to mine heart,
In the shadows where they sleep.

I’ve come to wake them here tonight
Beneath the pale and sharp moonlight
To aid me in the melding of
The healing Magick of this rite.

Upon the clearing, there, a hill
A place to bend them to my will
A place where moonlight’s tender touch
Can take away the evening’s chill.

The chant begins, a somber note
Too much rememberèd from rote,
But work the Will of me it shall
as it issues from mine throat.

The spirits come, I bid them stay
Awhile that I may show the way
To one whose pain is such that I
Needs bid them take it all away.

I sing to them, my praise is great
For all their pow’r, twisting fate
And in my naiveté, must admit,
I find, I fear it’s not too late.