In the clearing, a soft glow is seen,
Burning embers amidst an evil gathering
Closer still, a murmuring drone echoes
Through the once tranquil forest

Chants of devellish blasphemy
Are heard from the gathering
Voices raised to the ancient serpent,
With delight and disgust he listens,

Appalled by ignorant summoring,
He knows their fate if the
Evil deeds should remain.

Diabolical summoring be still!
Unholy chants; be terminated.

Still the echoes, nocturnal silence.