The summoning

‘Neath the moon,
Soaked in blood,
The witching hour begun.
The veil doth glow,
In the earth below,
Chaos will be spun.

Creatures unleashed
Upon the earth,
Sent by the Beast.
Monsters so foul,
They sniff and they growl.
Hunger for the feast.

Chanting’s are heard
Upon the wind,
Coming from the grove.
Their voices loud,
Singing proud,
The spell they dared to wove.

Demons find these witches,
Too confident.
Too proud.
One by one,
Their screams begun
The hunters disrupt the crowd

With gnashing tooth
And razored claw
Casters each will fall
Their spell was won
Their will be done
Evil answers their call

The sun doth rise
The last witch dies
So ends their final spell
Demons tore
Through blood and gore
Sent from the gates of hell