The Craft
The Craft
One must die to be reborn
From witch's rite the soul is torn
Baptized in the flames of death
Then live again from magic breath
A witch's soul has seen beyond
And I have grasped that broken dawn
So I invoke this binding spell
Send my foes to burn in hell
Let their dance be one to see
With voices pure from agony
And let the world witness my wrath
Light their dreams with hell's hot bath
And show them sights that braise the soul
Let them know this witch's role
And warn the ones that come my way
To cross this witch, what price they pay
Copyright © Edward Schmitz | Year Posted 2017
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