Forsaken shrine, Nights align, In a spotted chalice, Like onyx wine. Out rings a bell, A raven knell, The wicked cry, And doleful spell-- --Of witching's time.
A wayward soul, On blinded stroll, As through the dark, They must patrol. The traveled path, A harsh lambast, And so return, The hour's bath.
Fore a shape, A phantom escape, Awaiting idol, Past a molten scape. River quelled, Fusion's shell, Lest a shade and shadow weld, Beware the spell-- --Of witching's time.