In the brightening twilight,
a witch and cleric lay down to fight,
walking backwards towards each other,
they smile with a glower,
and the cleric begins his incant,
Sanctus Spiritus, empower my chant,
burn away this witch with Your holy word.
The witch raises her anthame like a sword,
to channel her power with a rhyme,
Powers of the Slyph, blow away this slime,
Powers of the Ondine, wash away his paltry fire,
Powers of the Salamander, consume this liar,
Powers of the Gnome, embrace him in stone,
Powers of the Crone, devour all that is not bone.
The cleric and the witch
cannot see who is which,
fall to stand and gaze
through the blackened purple haze.