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Feast of Witches and Beast

There was a feast at the house of fire deep in the woods.
I heard cackling and the rattling of bones.
Clinking of chains being dragged across the ground.
This is the feast of witches and beast.
The time they get together.
There didn’t have to be a full moon to let me know the wolves were coming.
Or a siren to warn the children about the ghosts.
Only the sound of bells tinkling softly to lure us into the cauldron where they slowly let us drown.
To savor the flavor of blood boiling in a pot meant for no soiling.
The grinding counterparts of both halves clash together as the trail gets narrow.
The feast of witches and beast is so terrifying when the others go missing.
Where beating heart is dropped on the ground.
When lungs give out because you screamed so loud.
Written by wearefools350 (Gun Powder)
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