The Boulder

I walk this town
A skeleton now
Since the wind took off with my skin

The consequence
Of my failed attempt
To fool with the magic of sin

I left my heart at the boulder
Where the ritual failed to take place
Now I'm all bones and sorrow
As I wander these streets
With no need to eat
And no flesh to keep me warm

There were leaves everywhere
With ice in the air
That stung my lungs when I breathed

I'd researched the herbs
The bat blood, the worms
To conjure the fabled disease

A potion of love
That will not give up
As long as my heart has a beat

I should have known
That these spells books were prone
To mischief and deceit

I left my heart at the boulder
Where the ritual failed to take place
Now I'm all bones and sorrow
As I wander these streets
My soul incomplete
And no flesh to keep me warm

The moon had arised
Low in the sky
It was red, in the shape of a scythe

The book said I should
Be deep in the woods
At a stone that was three times my size

It was covered in moss
With symbols across
A bowl carved at its base

Poured the blood from the rat
Tossed the herbs in with that
And grinded the worms to a paste

With my hands to my chest yes
I did my best
To recite the words real profound

Then the wind gave a howl
I was blown all around
But my bones stayed upright on the ground

I left my heart at the boulder
Where the ritual failed to take place
Now Im all bones and sorrow
As I wander these streets
With no need to eat
My soul incomplete
And no flesh to keep me warm