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the walls of this castle

cannot acquiesce

to contain the multitude

of your sins

but the stones of its passages

remain fortified enough

to imprison me

in this oubliette

the moss grows thick upon these walls

illuminated by the moon

a witch’s breath will i now draw

a spell to free me from this tomb

make me the object of your wrath

give unto me your hidden rage

i will become the thing you fear

as you begin to rot with age

a secret known to precious few

and given shape by your desire

the magics harnessed in my veins

will bring the death that you require

savage

sacred

coven

sanguine

heathen

demon

we summon forth

our mother’s swollen womb

to birth salvation

to bring about your doom

among the trees

our magic, ancient rites

unearthly demon

infect them with your blight

sanctity defiled

sacrament in spite

purity of spirit

prurient delight

transcend the boundaries of our flesh

our fate was never set in stone