The Pact

July 17, 2009
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You who summoned me forth,
Oh guiding mistress,
I dip my fingers in freshly spilt blood,
As proof of my pact,
A pact that betrays those who follow the light spirits,
Oh delicate spell, please bequeath thy answer to me,
May the life who can answer this summon pass through,
To this rite of rows,
I offer forth the chains of my hearts to the spirits,
In return for raw knowledge of the sun and moon.





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