Witches spells,
Incantations of the night;
Spirits disembody themselves,
From hoary grave sites.
Symphony of Hell,
The Earth, an inescapable torture chamber-cell;
Succubus and incubus,
Rise from the sin-laden dust.
Demon smells,
A brimstone-seared bite;
A world-wide acknowledgment when the clock strikes twelve,
And no one will be left to fight.
The idyll dream has submerged within the darkened well,
The monstrous human portrait is unveiled;
All calamity unfolded, if God merely blinked,
To what greater horror---to Creation---if He had time to sit and re-think?
