The Summoning

We summon thee in darkness
We summon thee through pain
We beckon thee with offerings
And blood which pours like rain

We summon thee in shadow
We summon thee in clay
We carve thy name in holy oaks
That spurn the lights of day

We summon thee with terror
We summon thee with glee
We speak through bones of ancestors
Called forth from their sleep

We summon thee to tread again
Through shadows we’ve once known
We summon thee to foul the earth
And render flesh from bone