Midnight, the witching hour, the purest dark of night

Dimensions collide

The veil’s swept aside

Mischief led by the nocturnal sprite

Darkness breathes and snarls

Luscious charms ensnare

Potions poison the air

Cloaking the deeper gnarls

Sly seething scythes of sin

Axes whacking necks

Intoxicating violence vex

Creeping through your skin

To run

To hide

To die inside

Until rise mourning sun


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