Retrospective

So, I have to say first, in my own defense, the events of last night were completely not what I intended.
Things started out alright. My mind was clear. I had spent three hours in meditation to gain focus of intent and rid my thoughts of distractions. I had my tools at hand, laid out in precise order of use: candles, matches, chalk, ritual dagger, bell, and book.
It had taken me weeks of drowsing to find the right place. Weeks of tramping up and down the mountainside, poking around old slag heaps, tripping over old foundations, crawling into old mine shaft openings.
And so I lit the candles, I drew the circle and the runes. I offered my blood, rang the bell,
... and spoke the words of summoning.