Transformed
My tale of darkness
Begins on the witching hour
When the moon shines bright
An evil witch dies
She is reborn within you
Your torment builds slow
Reborn with magic
She overtakes your soul quick.
Now you are fiendish
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2010
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