The witch cabal recites in hollow cant; Septet, under nine stars at witching hour, Calling Outer Fey for wishes to grant, Gather underneath the great clock tower!
Beneath centenarian trees, owls croon; Lightning flashes within the gloom-filled cloud, Under the warbling choir, the shadows swoon; Squalls lash against land in symphony loud!
Their syllables they screech like scratching nails; Capering flames sashay in phantom wind; And the very world howls with piercing wails, Rolling in colours to which eyes are blind!
They call forth the Name for blood sacrifice, Hoping for the ritual to suffice!
A Sonnet inspired by Poem BYOBS written by Friends for Dinner on HelloPoetry