Whispering Words

I open the book and the trouble starts,
Whispering words of warning from the dark,
I chanted my spell my misfortune grew around,
Sacrifices of blood stains this devils ground,
We read our instructions and carry them out,
We cross the line onto the next bout.

The night darkens our visions implode,
The crush of the likeness, who’s feeling alone?
A crimson nightmare, the mind is impure,
I stand before this heinous creation with his swathing allure.

Leave your thought.