late into the night I ponder
and my soul begins to wonder
to all the things that dare to conjure
within the hour that's falling near

midnight calls its hoards and minions
dancing demons and grinning grimlins
whom flights of fancy spore ever new and horrid dominions
within the hour that's drawing near

and so I sit within my chamber
a since of ever lasting and increasing danger
but still remain there as a stranger
within the hour that's drawing near

and then the clock strikes 12 the hour
upforth I conjure strength and power
to overcome my fears but still I cower
the witching hour is finally hear

silence.............