The dark silk of the sky covers the land before us,
We pull out our tools of power and our will of mind to give worship to another being.
The flames dance in the middle while we give our pray,
Nothing matters now but the inner circle we have cast.
Don't worry little kids for this is Halloween,
A time we take great joy and pride for being who we are.
There be no blood tonight as you have been told by the many,
But only red wine the same as you drink in your house of God.
What truly pulls us apart is the place and who we wish to please with our prayers.
So don't call the police or a priest to save us from an non-existing foe.
It is only our time of play, just like you every Sunday.