All our demons, gather ‘round
The fire, cackling wildly and laughing
The beat of a drum the only sound
Aside from the continual tap tap tapping
Of the night’s creatures in the forest.
Because the earth hold strange things,
As the ghouls start to sing their chorus
Holding nasty monsters and fallen kings.
So stomp your feet and clap your hands,
Shout the words and scream your name,
As the day dawns and the demons melt away to sand,
Leaving you to deal with the creatures of day, and tame
Your inner ghouls yourself. But it’s okay,
Because you know that when night
Comes, you will always say
“Come and dance with me around the firelight.”
And it’s alright, because my demons are continual,
Their hauntings are ritual.