Come gather around the crucible now.
Let darkness take its timely bow,
And guise us all into focus.
None gather the severity here
Of the test at hand standing shear.
The devil possesses us now.
Shan’t we dig our grave at time?
Pass this or death knell shall chime
Of the knowledge of life.
Stare into the cauldron of your eyes.
Doth see what thy devil devise,
Stirring within the souls of us?
Let the cauldron bubble away,
And reveal a sign of trouble this day
In preparation for the leap of faith.
You see your reflection? Yes, it’s true.
If not wise you’ll wish more adieus
And never bother unbroken ice.
Gaze the cloud of smoke above
Distort the air into figure of
Into our sorrowful adieu.
A mirror around, focus now
You see the stand as you how
Performing upon ritual now.
We string and slide away we go
They ice over and this they know
To expand us to eternity.
If he yet advance not forth to strike
Then the devil may apply his Reich
Upon the relation between.
Est thy his work or worker stray?
Thy either way shut out light’s ray
And freeze us all apart.
Thy must or need advance the ice
And destroy it while the risky price
Of fragility looms in doom.
So gather around the crucible now
Around let the darkness timely bow
And hold none yet the amulet.
Gouge thy eyes open of all thee light
And fold into posture and amulet might
Let the dire cold overwhelm.
The briskness forces way into
And turns all ye to Pluto’s blue
Without the amulet, thy lay dead.
Dive upon thy ice into ye soul alive
And do witness what devil devise
To break and make you ownage.
Release unto thy purple stone.
Unto the newer bluer known
And apply yourself true.
Xaimon felt, Dvoryin foresaw,
It tries to dissolve boundary law
And cast us into ice.
Pythaezuyen cried in horror
And echoed prophecy down the door
Along time’s fabric string:
“Our dearest child slain to die
And destruction rise from tears thee cry;
Thy all shall grant impunity.”
This demon echoed no remorse
For ye now control thy course
Of this text we take
Find the Mystic Circle breaking
The very foundation upon the shaking
Wear the amulet and hear me.
- Cryptous Straevaras
This poem may be hard to understand. The amulet is a necklace with Amethyst on it, a stone set in deep ritual to help bring the soul to peace and clear the mind and feelings. The Mystic Circle refers to a group of close friends.