Lies, tied like binded twine
To the moon that shines,
I still see you, other worlds
Devils dine, and meat across
Boarded on the table top
Dread, We feast on flesh
Like the burnt flesh undead
The monsters of old, stay
Together foretold, never
Dieing to the earth, returning
To claim left, right, both shells
Of words pronounced growth
Sheds, flames burn with day
Witchcraft by night, seeing
The names of everything created
Placed with taboo's like seeing
Godly sight, hand made
One misses the age, lowers the gaze
Keeps on writing, like the cold frost bitten
Days that creep towards summer, If only
They knew, the impact of grave, reaching
The light, despised by the devils sick brew.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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