Coven
Dark cry, In stillness of dawn, A haunting sound. Of an ancient spawn. Coven gathers, Robed in black. Chant begins, Calling evil back. Breeze where none, Suppose to be. Eyes long dead, Reawakened to see. Coven of twelve, Now thirteen is there. Past the cup, Blood to share. Evil old, Since time begin, Still walks the earth, With mortal man. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 02:29 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 13
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