Twirl around, around five times.
Sunwise to summon, counter otherwise.
Wait and watch, with widened eyes,
the mirror loosens layers of hidden guise.

Light a black candle.
Our spirits call unto thee.
Chalk-drawn pentagram and fallen skull,
our soul's wager a tender plea.

Chant three times.
Skip around points on the star, unbroken.
Think of the soul you wish to call,
name unspoken.

Hello, old friend-

We wave,
from beyond the void,
between the sheets of metallic glass,
where physical's are unable to pass.

Hello, old friend-

A transforming spect flickers.
Soul to soul, face to mirror,
we gaze in absence,
yet somehow near.

We were thinking of you,
so in turn attempted
a soul summon too.
Not to keep,
nor to bind,
but for a moment,
a meeting of minds.

Outline unstable to hold,
so with a wink and a nod,
we hug your soul,
shoving you back,
into the inky fold.

Candle wax drips and
flame lull quivers, right as
the mirror's adjustment shivers,
and the skull blows chalk in lament.

Our thoughts and best,
until our next summon attempt.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Daedalan, in the year 1001 AF.