Folk Magic

Evil remains in this seance of sorts
Only witnessed within the most darkest of courts
Beseiged are those whom stumble upon
As all that is good retreats with the dawn
By the light of the moon this evil remains
And under the stars, strength it regains
Of darkness and hubris this evil is born
The dark hour draws near so all I forewarn
So stay off the path of the Forest of Black
For those whom dare enter may never come back
Of black magic spells and old pagan rites
This evil is conjured in unholy sites
Bondage and mayhem are things to abhore
Sadistic violence dwells deep in it's core
Delinquent in nature so best not ignore
Like old fairy tales and obscure folklore
Forsaken are those whom it does enslave
Suicide the answer be safe in your grave