Hag

Thu, 01/18/2018 - 21:05 -- Croiyon

She comes to me in my dreams
Looking into the darkest corners of my mind
Weaving madness into me
Whispering sweet lies in the darkness
She leaves at the dawn
And begins her ungodly rituals
Deep in the ebony black of the woods
Waiting for the dusk to return
So she can capture the young 
To use their blood to summon horrors
May God save us all
For we are falling deeper into her web

This poem is about: 
Our world

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