Thrice and round the fire go
Call forth the souls from hell below;
The deceased without charm or heavenly grace
Guide the caller in the dastardly race.
Into high-licked flames place a single rose,
A straw bound doll, ever filled with repose,
Add that to a touch of sage
To coax the evils from their grave.
Then, as the spirits fly to the starry sphere,
Chant the prose of command for the risen to hear:
"I, name of thine, shall demand the attendance;
All spirits called, help acheive my transcendence!"
The last word shall fall, as the caller is heightened,
As promised, souls lift, and make him the enlightened.
A contest entry
- Cast a Spell by Manda Kathryn.
600 points, ended October 13, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow!
Well this is one mighty impressive poem and your wording is extremely awesome. what I really liked was your concept for the poem and the over all depth and quality to your imagination placed into this poem. loved your wording because the flow is incredible and the imagery brought forth through the words are superb. keep up the good work
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Great Imagination!!!!
Thank you for this wonderful entry in our Spell Casting Party! Your words filled my mind with suspense, magic, and fantasy
"I, name of thine, shall demand the attendance;
All spirits called, help acheive my transcendence!"
The last word shall fall, as the caller is heightened,
As promised, souls lift, and make him the enlightened."
Great word choice....WELL PENNED!
Thank you for your entry and I wish you the very best in the contest!
David
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Thank you for your magical entry
G'day StephMFP
Interesting spell, I like this
"Into high-licked flames place a single rose,"
I seem to be attracted to this line
Best of luck in our contest
Stay safe
~Amanda
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