Caught in the spell of the
Deep and dark, the evil rises up and
into you. Misty threads of thoughts
that never caught the truth in full.
Shadowy, the corridors extend
through the trends of buried keeps.
Ghostly images that never learned
to sleep, are there to haunt your
For you're still there, just
chose to be. Never more the freedom
of the skies that whisper hues of blue
above the workaday, nor tripping
light fantastic on the stars.
You closed your heart, you
your soul, and now your safety's
spent within a web that won't
admit to your deliverance.
and power promised.
Until the darkness overwhelms.
The warlock's spell - the make-
believe. Unnatural, it moves
into your mind.
Consuming all the love
you used to be...
? Michaelette ?
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