Black Candle of Summoning
As I walk down a dark and fearful street
There are beings here I don’t want to meet
When then I came across an old building
There's lit a black candle of summoning
I hide behind an ancient tree to see
What it could be that’s stirring before me
Skeletons dance around an old outhouse
Which is outside a bad rickety house
Some music is being played closely near
Some evil sounds are heard from here I fear
Coming deep within the outhouse nearby
Where a demon comes forth with a great cry
With a lot of joy they all celebrated
I turn to run from what they created
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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