Invocation: Night

Eldritch elf of eld,
Witche she whelp of the wind wolf
And wild belling earth-bithc!

 

Come...come...come...
By thy father's murmuring flute,
By thy mother's mumbling drum,

 

Dance! dance to the noon,
Dew-footed on downy moss,
Dark fay, in the mist and the moon

---Bert Laub; 1960

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