On this night of thinning veil ‘neath death’s dark cloak, a shadow falls.
As spirits call their eerie cry we meet…
Hands wrenched tight in circle cast by cauldron burning bright.
In wind so chill, by flight of bat, we wait…
On cold, damp earth by elder tree, born of blood and bone.
A sudden chill, an icy breeze, with pounding hearts we call…
As midnight rises through our veins and sacred herbs we burn.
Our darkest fears are manifest; the Shadow spirals in…
Yet on this eve of thinning veil the darkness we embrace.
A womblike shroud encapsulates, we hold our breath; we wait….