Pharol, black demon of trans-terrene spheres,

Of ultra-cosmic gulfs that lie beyond

The suns and worlds of mundane, angled space,

I summon thee by dark Pnakotic Rites

From whatsoever sun or alien world

Wherein thou currently dost hap to dwell,

Whether in Ares, Yaksh or Cykranosh,

Or even transstellar Yith, Xiccarph or Tond.

Then, when within my pentacle appears

The flame-limned lineaments of thy dark face

Ascowl with menacing cycloptic eye,

Seek not with frightful mind-deluding spell

Nor gnashing fangs and threatening serpent-arms

Nor sensual, distracting dream-delights,

To swerve me from my gnosis-seeking course.

But know, O Pharol, that no information

Would I of thee by thaumaturgic force

Extort with either Yggrr Incantation

Or Scarlet Sign - save with extreme regret.

For thou and I, Black Demon, share the strange,

Fell destiny of all who wend their way

With willful course inexorably set

For the black gulfs that separate the suns

To seek those darkling worlds wherein lie hidden

The ancient secret gods have long forbidden.