The Witching Hour

There’s a solemn hymn that’s heard

Amongst spirits and demons that hear

The word and chants ciphered

In the hours that they revere

 

The Witching Hour

An active time that’s said to be:

A time when spirits are found to scour

And demons play in mockery

 

Playful motions and words conveyed

Amongst the dead who still are?

Though— in times here hoorayed

For being skilled in the art of war—

 

The veil loosened

Time— we bind

Senses heightened

Worlds intertwined

 

Knowledge bound

To a course we know—

Where tomorrow’s found

Before we even go—

 

For what IS known

Has already been—

The Witching Hour has now shown

Revelations of a removed foreskin

 

 

 

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