Summoned

Dancing, screaming, beating drums,

Something evil stirs, it comes.

Called upon by shrieking voices,

The sinister being revels, rejoices.

Summoned up from down below,

The vile presence begins to grow.

The shouting becomes a surging frenzy,

Wailing dirge of malicious glee.

With malevolent chuckle and triumphant roar,

The perverse presence sallies forth.

Burning anger fills the air

As the pernicious lord leaves his lair.

Encircled by his wicked men,

He raises his arms and yells with dark vim. Ω