Shadows On the Night
Nothing quells the fury where anger dwells;
her skin pales, and incantations begin.
She sells secret potions and magic spells;
and in her heart, she'll not forgive his sin.
At night, amidst ghostly shadows of light,
she calls forth demons as the evening falls.
Her fright overridden by magic's might;
she scrawls a pentagram on bloodstained walls.
Anxieties rise as she wails and cries,
conjuring hate at an alarming rate.
His lies cannot save him, and yet he tries,
for fate has left him in a frightened state.
Once more, she cast spells to open Hell's door;
and swore that he would suffer evermore.
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