Witchcraft

Witchcraft

Crucifying the Evil

On the Last Day of Upheaval

As the ultimatum to Lucifer

Crime was committed to end all crimes

And that the world is well enough devilish

Without the Devil himself

Regarding the Evil

As the last resort to held

The Festival of the Chaste

Black Flute was on high pitch

To secure more Innocents

And to extract blood from night

Forgetting the Evil

So, one can ask God’s Forgiveness, even

If sins cannot be altered

And overwhelming sorrows

By laughing at your own bleeding heart

Wretched soul caught in your own jaws

∞

My blood was traced

Upon one of Crucifixes outside my lawn

By the best detective of Our Times—

Time, indeed, and

Who was the culprit?

In black, one can see the white

In cry, one can find laugh

In insane, would you dare to find anything?

New buds could be seen

In what of the ruins remain—

Ruined by Loving my infatuation

Eaten by cats and crows!

2012-02-26