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Hark! And Hold Fast Thy Forked Tongue

Grant The Seething Venom Thy Silenced Throat Charre

For Were These Words Uttered Out Aloud

Wouldst Ye Curse Thyself Furthermore Three-Fold

For Now, This Vex Thee Has't to Swallow

And Let The Rage Moil in Thy Maw Ravenous

Till The Day It No Longer Renders Apart

The Faltering Strings of Thine Searing Heart

Maelstrom Transformeth to A Tranquil Lake

Not Before Shall Thy Thirst Be Slaked

Pallid Mask of Dire Indignation

For A Hex Must Be in Secrecy Wrought

And A Vengeance Be Cold as Any Stone

Drawn Swiftly Akin A Vapour Doth Rime

Glistening 'pon The Edge of Winters Blade

Bequeath The Black Aura of Aversion

A Pestilent Breath That Poisoneth Blood

Unhesitant Daggers Pierce The Crux

For What is A Curse - A Maleficium

To A Transgression of Past

Smother The Course That Present Holds

Revenge to Spring Forth

Prosperous Paths Anew

Shrouded in Triumph and Thunder

Upon Requital’s Throne

Cut The Thread

From Their Weaving Hands

For What Is, Was and Will Be

And What Lies Amidst

Unknown Lingering Dark

In Liminal Spaces Between

Blackest of Magick Unbound

From The Laws of Three