Starve the Skies

These harsh winds cut like knives
The wretched cold
Leaves dance as a whirlwind
Motives untold

Creeping shadows linger
Through broken trees
The rotting carcasses of
Crows line the scene

Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to

Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes

Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime

Afflicted by its presence
Demons set in
Fearful trying to run from
This approaching sin

Run to a desolate house
Attempt to hide
Unaware of the horrors
That lie inside

A lowly woman resides
Within this woeful place
A facade of helpfulness
With a crooked smile on her face

The stench of death lingers
With cold oblivion
Caged heads on withered bodies
Trapped inside the den of satan

Matters not
Poor or rich

Feed your soul
To the witch

Suffer slowly as the
Ritual takes place
The incantations
Drain the color from your face

Lips are turning blue
As the bloods removed from you
The markings on your skin
Conjure evil from within

Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to

Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes

Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime

The voices chanting louder
Unforgiving still
Kingdom of tragedy
This house on the hill

The domain of the damned
Unholy strife
Contained within the house owned
By the devils wife

The body now discarded
The corpse abused
The summoning of evil
Its purpose used

Darkness engulfs the forest
Animals writhe
Faint cackling is heard as
The summoned rise



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Lunsford
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