The Witching Hour

55, 56, 57, 58, 59  
   
Tick tock the seconds knock  
From the old grandfather clock  
   
Suddenly, Hell’s Bells the clock strikes twelve  
Tis now the hour that horrid evil dwells  
   
Graveled voices of incantation rhymes  
Sing to the music of Westminster chimes    
   
This moment begins the malevolent Witching Hour  
That cool breeze upon the back of your neck  
 Is the presence of its ghostly power    
   
Old bones rattle, graveyards quake  
Rats scurry chased by slithering snakes  
   
Pray you all, for the passing of every second  
Thank the Virgin for the tick of every minute  
   
For it’s more than just your flesh at stake  
But your very soul the devil, he will take    
   
Tick tock the seconds knock  
From the old grandfather clock  
   
Will you survive this dreadful night?  
Or will your pounding panicked heart  
Come to a sudden stop from fright?