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Magic words you speak

Black as night,
Moon shining from up above.
Brighter than any star out there,
The feather you hold in your hand,
dusting it upon my throat.
Little do you know your trying magic upon me.
Casting your wicked spell to hypnotize me.
But you don't know,
your spell opened the gates.
The gates to another realm,
You just pulled my soul out of the gates of hell.
My fleash was hot, 
melting off.
The words of your spell,
brought me back.
Back from hell,
Your feather you hold so dear.
Dusting it upon my throat,
The magic you seek are the words you speak.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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