Magic Echelons
Magic wards,
hang them
on demons
Speak!
whatever
you are!
I conjure
you by
him demonic!
Clotted blood
begin to
heat & boil
Dead man
looking sad
shed tears....
The Fates
spun their
gloomy threads
Listening to
death lament
a descendant_
RavenHeart~
This poem is about:
Our world