Black Mountain Magistrate

A wolf blood spell. This novice witch.
I hear her say spells in the stall,
A dive bar bathroom sorcery.
She is the weed that chokes the orchid.
Far worse fates than frontier surgeons, a rust belt hangman's noose or graves.
Suffer the wolves.
A blessing in the form of gnashing teeth.
To flee the forest floor
Is to brave the unknown canopy.
The plight of gods, the plight of fools one in the same.
Oblivion.
Words to howl. Tooth to fang.
Carnivorous.
Palpable as hunger pains.
Came as a beast, with any luck I'll leave the same.
Enter the tomb
To quench the thirst with mausoleum dew.
Guided by the moon.
This hex expects a mortuary bloom.

The trees see...

...the feast underway.
These dark arts bore me.
Black mountain magistrate
Open up the gates.



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Writer(s): Phantom Threat
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