Rail against the encroaching dawn,
And dance a jig so wickedly stepped.
Between pavers once placed to protect,
Now cracked with age and endless woe.
‘Tis our time to raise each hackle,
And scream into the moons pale face.
While all around the tombs shift and tremble,
Beneath your yellow knowing gaze.
Now as babes to we shriek and writhe,
Making mortal man moan with terror more.
For broomsticks crack and black cloaks gather,
To brush dust off old sacred bones.
Let me arch this slender back,
And scream into the night with hackles raised.
With pricking thumbs and dancing feet,
I follow with tail twitching.