The Witching Hour

When creatures come out to play

witching hour

The witching hour

When the spirit world awakens

Creatures crawl out of their hiding places

When the veil between this world and the next becomes translucent

Then witches become their most powerful

It is believed that hell itself breaks open

To set free the demons from their chains

Evil prowls the streets hungry

Babies are awake at this ungodly devil’s hour

Perhaps they feel it lurking

Circles are cast, and candles lit

Rituals honored with ancient chants

This night, a spell will be cast

Drums are beating, starting slowly

Faster and faster the rhythm swells

Voices lift to the black sky in supplication

Incantation to the ancestors

Make their wishes known

So mote it be, so mote it be