fauxcroft

Breathing in and out

While running around,

Hearing all the echoes

Of the witchcraft sounds,

The beating of my heart

Heard amongst eldritch trees,

I feel my mind being decived

Hoping from this nightmare

That I can break free,

From the sounds of the drum beats,

That I hear deep within me

And always seems to haunt what I see,

And with every breath that I breathe

I feel the witches grinning in glee,

I know they’re ready to bewitch me,

With spells incarnations and mystery.