Incantations... ?

[Son of Númenor]

That was too easy.

[HerenIstarion]

sort of

but I'll play nasty in my turn:

We knew that land once, You and I,
and once we wandered there
in the long days now long gone by,
a dark child and a fair.
Was it on the paths of firelight thought
in winter cold and white,
or in the blue-spun twilit hours
of little early tucked-up beds
in drowsy summer night,
that you and I in Sleep went down
to meet each other there,
your dark hair on your white nightgown
and mine was tangled fair?

[Son of Númenor]

The Little House of Lost Play, sir.

[HerenIstarion]

Not that nasty, than

Pray take it over

[Son of Númenor]

Not nearly nasty 'nough.

Speaking of nasty, here's a passage that fits the definition:

You sink into the slime, who dare
To knock upon their door,
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour.

[HerenIstarion]

Don't have my books on me, but sounds ominous. Mewlips?

[Son of Númenor]