Nothing lifts the spirits after a long week like midnight necromancy in an old park which used to be a graveyard.
“At the gate of day and night,
spirits harken to my rite.
Come ye dead, come ye killed,
sickness took thee, or blood be spilled.
Hear the witch’s midnight call,
come ye quick, come ye all,
come ye near, come ye far,
let the gates now come unbarred!
Walk thy step and breathe thy breath,
move now back from your death.
Dance to chants and words of old,
come and see the world untold.”