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