The Witches of the dark arts
Stirring the boiling cauldrons.
Chanting unholy hymns.
bubbling and popping
wicked elements croaking within.
Purple and Green rising fog.
cloaking the wicked deeds
of eternal mischief.
Spell bound and hell bent .
Sticks and stones dark vineyards and thorny thrones.
broken bones tossed on
headstones like dice of death.
Awakening the eternal rest.
Twisting vines intertwined.
evil potions brewed and brined.
Salt circles for protection against oneway dark passageways far from the heavens.
Soiled resurrection defacing laws and Christian faith.
If found to be true.
We most certainly shall burn alive chained to the stake.scorching the god dammed flesh
Screaming wretched in pain.blackened ashes swirling the night sky soaring far away.
Defiled werewolves ruthlessly rutting.
Vile bestiality grotesque
animosity and unusual cruelty.
Bathing in sin.
fallen priests speak out of blasphemy through dried crackled shunned lips.
Their eyes crocheted shut.
Emptiness of faith dividing the exiled virgin’s cunt.
Ruins of hells night.
Offering’s from the blood of goats.
Bon fires as high as the burning stars.
dancing awakening the cornfields and gourds.
leaves falling dead on arrival .
oranges browns and yellows voices and whispers bellow devil’s night from the high reddened sun fading into black,Gusting deaths scent of smelling rotting incense.
along the cemetery fence.
hold your breath until you’re granted to be passed over from life and death. October is here to give thanks to fear and fright for the harvesting of souls.
As the witches dance naked
under the harvest moonlight.
Practicing their dark arts from beyond the trees
Of shadows and astral dimensions forever told.