Dark Feather

Lying on the fraying carpet,
In the centre of the room,
Open window cloaked in darkness,
Forming patterns on the moon,
Book of shadows in my hand,
And scroll of magyck by my side,
I'm lifting veil for souls' land,
And casting runes to aid their tide,
The window to the other plane,
Protected by my pentagram,
I'm watching through the cold, glass pane,
And forming spells to shield from damned,
Circle of dark bane's protection,
Slipping into comatose,
The rule of three cast's pure deflection,
Link the frames we lust the most,
Lying in heart of the ring,
To free my soul past soul's end pace,
For single seance, night I'll sing,
Dark feather falls upon my face,
To call upon my long late sister,
And the man that haunts this place,
I'll call pure magyck to my side,
Dark feather falling to my face.