#conjurer
Poison
The First
The Serpent
The Water
The venomous black ink
Slithers endlessly
Silently
Until she reaches her prey
Power
The Second
The Demon
The Fire
The burning red ember
Watches now
Patiently
As her victim is drawn to her warmth
Sorcery
The Third
The Conjurer
The Wind
The Shadow Of The Night
Needs only
To exist
And her casualty swarms to her allure
A trifecta binds, seeking
A fourth
The man
The earth
The flesh and the bone
A host and a home
A willing sacrifice
Falling victim to her charm
Silently striding to his own demise
He succumbs completely
She devours wholly
The elements are in order
The black magic witch is born
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
You are an ocean of pain.
Blessings and thoughts rush and become a river stream
Flowing into time as they fade into nothingness of life.
Light's outstretched hand trying to illuminate the corners of my mind
But they forgot how much I love the darkness's tranquility.
Join inside my soul and exhale into my breaths.
Try to not pray, your words will become a weapon
Instead mutter promises you cannot dream to ever keep.
That is the safest option when you are living inside reality.
You are an ocean of aches.
Preaching words that convert and blind like sunbeams.
These tides of time never change, instead just adding more strife
And eventually will cause your disciples to go blind.
But my own imagination protects me against your volatility.
Unmoving on the sidewalk, I appear like death
But my ego is hectic inside its confines, not seen in my expression.
If you would like to escape just fall into sleep.
Ignore all the chastising words and be carefree.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC