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!

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  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!

  The 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!