Dark Forest Rite

Introduction

This poem was painted with three pallets of words: ritualistic and pagan, Middle English and Old English. The OE presented the biggest problem; there were many words that I would have liked to use but their meanings would have been too obscure.

The poem, unlike most of my work is without any real historical fact and merely creates a mood, enjoy this if you dare......

Dark Forest Rite

If thee gaest into, the woods this day,

Hern’s hornbearer, do upon thee stray.

Spirit-bearer Frey, nacud of lim,

Applewine chalice, full to the brim.

Consecrated grove, and woodland glade,

Caldron sensor, athame blade.

Occult sorcerer, craft with thee,

Intone the spell, the power of three.

Dark moon forest, and deepest night,

Black candle beckon, and burneth bright.

Wilt thee invoke, and call thee here,

Among the shadows, drawing near.

Earth mother Nerthus, from the north,

Enchant, conjure, and bid thee forth.

Magick enchantment, be afraid,

A hex on thee, when dest invade.

Woodland nymph, and earthy sprite,

Morgan le fay, the Lady in white.

Thee bist summoned, to raise the power,

The time has come, the witching hour.

Pricthorn crown, upon your head,

Libations offering, to the dead.

Sanctified wine, cecel to devour,

Sacred groves, do thee empower.

Chant the rite, with fairy queen,

Amidst a company, of thirteen.

The incantation, spell draws near,

Beware to chant it, loud and clear.

In dead of forest, feel no fear,

Least evil spirits, doth appear.

This be no place, for a young maid,

This be no usual, masquerade.

Of thine free will, thou didst doth come,

To pulse of drum, did thee succumb.

Invoke the pucka, raise the unseen,

What didst thou do, this Halloween.

It’s much too late, to have no fear,

Fate and fortune, bringan thee here.

Thou didst arrive, of thine own force,

Be sure that thee, hast no remorse.

Copyright Andrew Rea 2009