The Circle

My talents induce horror that scars hearts,

That's tragic.

My proficiencies are in the dark arts, 

Black magic.

A summoning circle drawn on the floor,

Let it begin.

Gather the strength that I've stored,

Power within.

Channeling energy to speak with the dead, 

Lost spirits.

Blood on a knife that leaks from the edge,

Cloth clears it.

After the sacrifice has been made, 

Goats and chickens.

I sit on the floor to meditate, 

Froze to listen.

Chanting incantations backwards, 

Something strong.

My ritual has been mastered, 

Something's wrong.

All the candles in the room blow out, 

Pitch black.

Out of the darkness eyes glow now, 

Get back.

I scream abruptly as it lunges at me, 

Devastation.

The candles light as the ceiling comes at me, 

Levitation.

My point of view is now from the floor, 

I see myself.

Somehow I look different than before, 

I need some help.

I can feel it now my soul's trapped,

Paid the price.

My former self says I can never go back,

Taken life.

He wanders away as I watch and yell, 

My life now curtailed.

My own spell created the hottest hell,

Bound to the circle.