The Witch and the Darkness

Of conjured shadows and dancing flame
The witch's hand decrepit with magic
Twitches with the anxiety of storms
Farflung from the wantings of lesser forms and in the vile darkness of night hinders forth the blasphemy of dawn

A litany of woe consumes the wretch
Petty wares and pretty stares bewitch the madness of sad hours
A conjuring of sadist dreams stream through the never
Neath the labrynth of her brow the lazy eye to conquer all

Fever pitched and still they linger
Upon the finger of destiny
Harkened forth the blasphemed seams
And writ in blood of virgin seed

A culling of grandeur shadows
Whispered encantations echo on the dying breeze
A pact of blood and faith and ruin
The elder ones to seldem rear
And in the forest of mystery I hear the bitch among them trees...