Æ Holy Summoning Circle

Here be the Bones of Moses
Saints of the LORD GOD ALMIGHTY
Protectorate of all Angels,
Holy and toxic to devilry
This water flowed at direction
Of the Navigator of All Things
The Captain of all captains
This earth quaked at He
Who moved heaven and earth
With a Living Chant, attracting
Lightning strikes and firestorms
Not like unto the Third and Fourth
Dimensions, whereunto we move
Ourselves towards, our wings
As even lacewing flies, our
Bodies boomslangued and
Transmogrified towards the
Vision of a Most Holy Protection
Of all those oppressed, we say
Not anymore, the Saints' sandals
March in unison, and all arrive
Exactly when they mean to
Or so Gandalf says.