Of Darkness...

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There’s an owl on your roof

and the crows hover near,

a black cat is waiting

to enter your sphere,

while a cold wind is tearing

your psyche apart,

submit to the dark

that of you is a part.

 

For the owl rules the night

and befriended your soul,

struck at the crows

that your sanity stole,

while the cat bides the time

for your spirits’ descent,

to merge with your secrets,

to end your torment.