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Spell of dark
White of bone
Dark of shade
Of dust and night
My death is made
Death my self
Death my peer
What I hold, I do not fear
So bone to flesh
And shade to leaf
Death my dear
I give thee life.
Bone be flesh
Shade be leaf
As death is mine
It bears me life.
Flesh of darkness
Born of death
Give my will
Thy life and breath
Wither dry
And shrink to dust
My hearth shall feed
Upon thy crust.
Dark of shade
Of dust and night
My death is made
Death my self
Death my peer
What I hold, I do not fear
So bone to flesh
And shade to leaf
Death my dear
I give thee life.
Bone be flesh
Shade be leaf
As death is mine
It bears me life.
Flesh of darkness
Born of death
Give my will
Thy life and breath
Wither dry
And shrink to dust
My hearth shall feed
Upon thy crust.
Published 12th Oct 2013
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26th Oct 2013 8:27pm
Be careful when calling upon death as a friend, with death brings unwelcome guests. In order to obtain and master the darkness, you must know that you cannot. You just have to find your lines within it. A haunting chant indeed.
26th Oct 2013 8:35pm
Yes your right -smiles- thank you for cominting an sometimes I like to walk egg shells x 3
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