Incense's smokes
flit
to the moon,
while
the spheres of fire,
irradiate
with their warmth
the gloomy forest.
Dark Priestesses
recite
their mysterious prayers,
accompanied
from hisses of snakes
and the barking of dogs.
From the thick fog
materializes
a pale woman
whose triple face
it is illuminated
from the icy moon.
Under his feet
take shape
the deadly spirits,
that passing by
dresses thin
up to his
deep eyes,
the austere sorceress
invokes a spell.