I am writing this charm against the

 Blackbirds.

The blackbirds which fly to the top of

        The field in a flock

Then turn to the corn and rip it and

        Rend it and spoil it

I am writing a charm to make the

        Blackbirds fly.

From my room of power, from my

        Chair of power, with my pen of

        Power, I write.

 

Blackbirds! Hear my voice as I throw

        My thought towards ,you as my pen

        Traces the path you must take.

 

The blackbirds flew up to the top of

        the sky.

        It is time to fly south

The blackbird mass turned screaming

        It is time to fly south

The blackbirds flew towards the sea

Towards the morning

        It is time to fly south.

The Blackbirds are gone.