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UPON A BLACK HORSE WE RODE THE FIRMAMENT

(A forlorn windy day spreads above the Krupina Plain. Upon the Butcher's side, over the Rocky Sea
and Krupinica meandering through the boulders, the witches are gathered. They look up to a burly
figure, whose head is surrounded by a blue flame – similar to St. Elmo's fire, often observed by
seafarers in faraway lands. A reader acquainted with occult sciences might also wander off with his
thoughts to the teaching of Paracelsus, wherein elementals, notably their fiery species Salamanders
are mentioned.)
Hailstorms, whirlwinds and frost we were invoking
when the deuce commanded us
From a black leather sack we have released
cold whirlwinds up to the hills of Štiavnica
There was no harvest in the vineyards that year
when we poured dew over them thoroughly
and carried ice in wooden watering pots
Perdition and wreck we have brought onto the whole Hont County
Children have gone blind and lame,
in feline shapes we have choked their families
(The witches one by one report their doings to a curious nobleman, dressed in the latest Aragonese
fashion, from whose velvet stockings there are but hooves sticking out. The damped auburn
chiaroscuro of the evening makes winter's proximity to be felt and lends dreamful features unto
those attending. Time stands still and these last moments of freedom belong only to them: followers
of an ancient faith, hidden among common folk – a faith from when the world was young and wild
Pan hunted under the stars in Arcadian forests.)
The cows we have hexed and withdrew their milk
Only those who anointed themselves
with the lard of a boar and wild succory,
buried a horse skull under the doorstep,
they eluded our malefic powers
On Red Mountain the devil had his evil ways with us,
with a ram's phallus he fornicated the witches,
with charcoal from the mines instead of ducats
he had paid for nefarious deeds
Upon a black horse we rode the firmament,
performing diableries under the curatorship of Luciper.