A Poem For The Masters

I place a barrier that none can pass,
Barrier of the gods, that none may break,
Barrier of heaven and earth that none can change,
Which no god may break,
Nor god nor man can loosen,
A snare without escape, I set for evil,
A net which none can escape, I spread for evil.
Whether it be evil spirit, or evil demon, or evil ghost,
Or evil devil, or evil god, or evil fiend,
Or hag-demon, or ghoul, or robber-sprite,
Or phantom, or night-wraith, or handmaid of the phantom,
Or evil plague, or fever sickness, or unclean disease,
Who has attacked the shining waters of Spicewood,
May the snare of Spicewood catch it;
Or who has assailed the peace of land,
May the land  trap it;
Or any who broke the barrier,
Let not the barrier of the gods,
The barrier of heaven and earth, let it go free;
Or he who does not revere the great gods,
May the great gods entrap him,
May the great gods curse him;
Or he who has attacked the house,
Into a closed dwelling may he be damned;
Or those who circle round about,
Into a place of darkness without escape may they be cast.