Beware the scorn that haunts these walls;
dead souls reborn when e’er night falls.
Dark spirits torn from heaven’s gate,
recant and mourn when Satan calls.
The spells you’ve said to mediate
with living dead that suffocate,
has only fed the evil here …
and oiled instead the wheel of fate.
You think your spell will quell the fear
yet I shall tell the truth my dear.
Beware the hell that you invoke,
the keening bell will reappear.
You cannot hide beneath your cloak
and words replied you can’t revoke.
You must decide to heed my voice,
for I have tried to clear the smoke.

how many forms do you know ? lol...wonderful rhyme scheme in this one..with great flow and imagery as well
nicely done!










with love & light~ Desire~*~




















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