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by Shelley Williams May 14, 2016 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Inside of my mind there is definite power, The result of my words in the midnight hour. I call the dark shadows and invoke a curse, The magic is threatening and the outcome is worse. There is no stopping the way you will feel, I hit with a force from shocking to real. You cannot run from the act of the mind, The danger of dreams that destroy the unkind. Wicked is the curse when example is great, The fight is unseen that encourages hate. Black cloud arise and curse with desire, Take watching eyes into the dark fire. The spell I spread will surely destroy, Bring you a struggle that death be your joy.
by GB
Your words sent a chill down my spine! Very interesting style, short elegant lines, rhyming as smooth as the glass. Interesting, dark read indeed, thank you for sharing.