By Lady Dolores
This spell, that spell, which one shall I use?
to bind you, enslave you and keep me amused
A call to Hecate is what I shall use
Our Mother of Darkness
She will not refuse
Here me now my Underworld Queen
as I call on thee, as I call your great power
Aid me in this Netherworld spell
Against he who has wrought
Upon me this hell
Your dead I invoke to rise from below
Grant me my due as pledged you to me
As I stood in despair, as was destined to be
In that final blow rendered to me
Deliver this wretch, his soul and his life
To me my Queen into Hell's Sacred Pyre
And cleanse me of him
All thoughts and desires
As I cannot forget, how it once was
The passion the love
My soul set afire
Leave no stone unturned My Abyssal Queen
Surrender him to me, to my Aceldama
As once I ran begging, pleading for mercy
As my life drained before me
And traveled along his dark morbid journey
Oh Mother of Darkness, Inferno's Queen
I call from my grave, I come to you boldly
I seek retribution, three hundred-fold
For from me was taken my very existence
My beauty, my essence, my maiden soul
I call to you, Bedlam's Queen
As I now bring before you
My requests, my desires
As daughter to you
And your covenant with me
Whatever I ask
So you shall sire
Swirling Emotions felt and written by Witchdom's Dark Soul
November 24, 1999 @ The Witching Hour of 12:00 Midnight
Copyright © 1999 by Dolores Gameros