Devil’s Night

Tonight the Devil’s here and God is small -

a night for sinners who have never sinned

and out there in the dark I hear your call -

the welcome gift of words placed in the wind.

You sigh another spell, oh sorceress

whose magic echoes somewhere in the night,

and wear your darkness as an evening dress -

it falls in waves to keep you out of sight.

Yet from your throne of skulls and ragged fur

tonight I hear you whispering for me

to cast my spell, to be your whisperer

of things the lighted world must never see.

I sing this song to darkness and I pray

this devil’s night shall never yield to day.