Magic Echelons

January 25, 2018

Magic wards,

hang them

on demons

Speak!

whatever

you are!

I conjure

you by

him demonic!

Clotted blood

begin to

heat & boil

Dead man

looking sad

shed tears....

The Fates

spun their

gloomy threads

Listening to

death lament

a descendant_

RavenHeart~

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