Witches Circle

Oblong in the shy shadows, lips are sucking Branches. Every smoke of lustful fire in the whisper Forest pool. Whispered ghosts with golden stash, We shall go, dreams align. Ghost cries, black and hollow, Scared thrust and tremble. Eyes of regression and hopes, well-fostered. Ignited against the silent death and warping their Heads. Every circle will condemn like a resurrecting Pain. With each step comes downfall and more for The devil to drown. The golden holy savage dust down the gulf of Sinful flesh. Raging as the starry skies on dozens Flash and mortified. After now a bloom is made like reverie, Like a frightful pony's eyes. Falling bells and clouded wish, Circle dies. We snore power to the sins we call, Claws are torn to shreds. Blood will pour and a thunder at dawn when The day will be drowned. In thoughts we'll run to end, light will sweep Upon the skies. Delusion lets us keep it straight in minds of Spellbound woe. The golden holy savage dust comes down the gulf Of sinful flesh. Raging as the starry skies on dozens flash and Mortified. After now a bloom is made like reverie, Like a frightful pony's eyes. Falling bells and clouded wish, Circle dies