Circle of sanctified elements commenced

A dance of flames in a sea of incense

By candles cleansed and bound

Before us floating entities of spirit surround

One cloaked in red

The other black

Are we opening a wound for attack?

This realm we entered

For who are we

To enter the planes of deep?

But currious voyeurs

In a midday’s sleep?

Sanity slain

There is no turning back

From glimpses of hell

And demonic attack.