Summoning

I light the candle, speak the words
That in other worlds are heard.
Spread the Earth, sprinkle Water,
Cast the spell to summon Father.						Summoning
									by Jeff Groves
Dark One, named, when cast from Heaven,
He who knew not to slay his brethren.
God above, Demons below,
Either way, the twisted go.

So I call thee, Father mine,
Come to me through twisting Time.
Come to me to spread the Word,
Word that only the Angels heard.

Spoken quietly, in secret by God,
Who cared to see none who thought.
Thought for themselves, without His leave,
Of love, and Magicks He cannot cleave.

Father come, I beg thee now,
You for whom I’ve slain this cow.
By your Name, and our shared Blood,
Come to me, Father, come!