Through the trees now hollow and sullen
winds reap cold their steel ventures
and as some hide from the cold storm to come
others will brave it, with pleasure

Making scallywag's run of mortal sins
for the dread is upon them
and it's darkness cloaked
will show how to continue

Door to door will it go
searching for the unbelievers
and if windows are open
it will find it's way in to you

Within tattered hearts
that are far apart
there is a hex
that it is keeping

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

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