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 ***** 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
Written: January 9, 2005
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.