Witching Hour

THE WITCHING HOUR

Dusk has passed, the day long gone
Churchbells scream, tis the witching hour
I leave my sweet idyllic dream
Deep into the night I prowl
What'll I see? Hiding behind the veil of tumbling trees
People do
Strange things for love
Pushing aside the clutching arms
That bend and break before my stumbling pace
I chance upon a gathering with a faint familiar taste

Bright was the moon as we danced our jig of doom
Cool was the breeze within the night
Wild was the laughter, echoing forever after
Drink! Fire! Set my breath alight!

Minotaurs held the pounding floor
Skeletons with vampires sucking on their raw, dry bone
Dancing, praying, robed around the campfire
Calling to their pagan gods like
Politicians with their visions and decisions
Reading John Grisham all night
People do
Strange things for a little gain
Violent raven-headed furies raving
Virilent vikings hitting on Freya &; Frigg
The vamps &; sirens pout, much to their liking
Blows their egos big

Bright was the moon as we danced our jig of doom
Cool was the breeze within the night
Wild was the laughter, echoing forever after
Drink! Fire! Set my breath alight!

Dragon coils around her spoils
Animated gargoyles looking for a face to spite
Griffons recline, fawns and centaurs crying for more wine
A frivolous zest - oh it's all for the money, for the booze
And the painted breast
People do
Strange things to fit in
One bell tolls, the orcs and trolls and the cruel corn dolls
Fade into the standing stones, and by myself
I find my feet tapping to their cries and moans

Bright was the moon as we danced our jig of doom,
Cool was the breeze within the night
Wild was the laughter, echoing forever after
Drink! Fire! Set my breath alight!