The Witching Hour

The clock strikes
Once.

The mists sift and slide
(As the clock strikes
Twice).

Demons crawl from where they hide,
And the clock strikes
Thrice.

Hell's own hounds,
(As the fourth chime sounds,)
And the dead come to life
(As the clock strikes
Five)
Sup the devil's own mix
(And the clock strikes
Six).

A creeping malevolence
(As the clock strikes
Seven)
Invades and pervades
(As the clock strikes
Eight).

And as the clock strikes
Nine,
The beasts begin to dine,
And as the clock strikes
Ten,
The screams begin again.

The eleventh hour sounds,
And the baying of the hounds
Looses dark power,
And the clock strikes

The witching hour...