The Summoning (Halloween Challenge)

Draw the circle on the stone, Call the marrow from the bone. Let the torches hiss and die, As the shadows multiply. We weave the runes of ancient rot, To tie the spirit in the knot. A debt of malice must be paid, We summon forth the crawling shade. He who hears this ancient word, Let his pleading go unheard. He who listens to this sound, Let his soul be chained and bound. By the blood and by the breath, Mark the trespasser for death. The air grows heavy, cold, and still. The black smoke bends unto my will. The trap is set, the veil is torn, A nightmare in the dark is born. The chalice spills upon the floor, The shadow waits behind the door. He who hears this ancient word, Let his pleading go unheard. He who listens to this sound, Let his soul be chained and bound. By the blood and by the breath, Mark the trespasser for death.