From the shadows of the pool,
Black as midnight, thick as gruel,
Come, my nymphs, and you shall be
Silent images of me.
Suck the honey from my lips,
Dance upon my fingertips.
When the darkness tolls the hour,
I shall have you in my power.
Fast upon us, spirits all,
Listen for our whispered call.
Whistling kettle, tinkling bell,
Weave your web and spin your spell.

(from The Witch’s Sister by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor)