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Poetry I write when things seem dark |
| Shadows in the night Swirling black and gray For now it is the time, For Lucifer's children to rise and play. Calling all Warlocks and Witches, Come one, come all Calling all Devils and Demons, Rise for the call. What should we call you? Oh, Great One. We bow down before you, To sacrifice the one we love. Beware of this night Of casts and spells For before it is over, A story it shall tell. |