Like a gloomy doom, dawns the epiphany
Of the findings and the signs and the mysteries
Pictures Flashes like my thoughts, I can barely think
Oh I wish this was a poem, not reality.
Fairy tale, Fairly pale, I see another room
Creaking open the doors leads up to a trance
Hooded individuals humming similar tunes
Now I'm wishing that I had some other plans
I see a glowing globe revolve, tis divinity
Note to self: all my letters were in words
Then a turn saw a hooded gaze speak to me
This is witchery, there's no place left to run
PS
- Short poem, Creepy theme, Made up story. I hope you enjoyed it though.
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