Invocation

"We do what we must . . . Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all." ~ Dream in Sandman, Season of Mists by Neil Gaiman

Time I absolve myself from your vow to vanquish me Fire I’m ablaze with the darkness of my destiny Song You’re a ghost who thinks she’s tapped into mortality But it’s gone – it is lost And Life You’re the lie that the guilt of sin has banished from eternity Broken lock and key

Bound In the circle of the cross in which I summon thee With this Earth Blood and ashes draw the lines that call you forth to me Light I implore you to shine down on these mysteries Before they’re smoke – and they’re gone We are lost In passageways, blindly searching on our hands and knees And to these doors there is no lock and key