Beginning of a Prophecy
With inscrutable imprecision and ominousness
The night faded into a Dracula’s delicious twilight
Blood moon promised never materialized
Soothsayers recognized the beginning of a prophecy
They dared not discuss it, even among themselves
Enemies lurk in trees, shadows ditches and shallow pools
During a twilight like this, it is best to cease magic
The witches were silent, lamenting in lonely corners
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