What shall we do, kids? The evening is free.
The cinema’s booked out, Mam broke the TV.
We could go for a nice walk on down by the sea
or stay in and play Twister or Monopoloy.
But the full moon is high
in the inky-black sky,
laughing demonically as dark clouds pass by…
Oh, let’s summon demons from the great fires of Hell.
We could conjure up spectres and satyrs as well.
We could let loose an army of Satan’s foul spawn,
each evil embodiment that ever was born.
I’ll draw up the pentagram. Mam, fetch the goat.
You and your sister can then slit its throat.
We’ll chant incantations, set the incense alight
and see which evil demon will visit tonight.
Remember that siren and her enchanting song
Her and the Gorgon did not get along.
Oh, what fun we had on that night foul and black,
though sometimes I wish they would bring Grandad back.
I’ll go find the grimoire for its satanic lore.
I think that our cowls are upstairs in the drawer.
If you can’t get a goat, dear, a puppy will do.
Or maybe you’d rather we played Buckaroo.
