dark dark force drawing me nigh
higher and higher into the sky.
falling falling tumbling there callling
a werewolf malling ones soul
another pole runer enters hell
a spirit landed and fell
baring tall tale foes its bell
demons compell me allthough
a witch reading me a weary spell.
calling my soul into a shell,were she
has hiden it deep in a well.
julie ann mcginnis 10/30/06
Categories:
runer, visionary, me, me,
Form: Acrostic