skiming the darkness I wait
something will surface it always does
drawn to me from deep within
occult larceny, stealing from my health
draining me of my thoughts
taking my strength
the horde hunts its own
magic undisturbed calls to me
with questions of should I?
wield the power so naturally there
conficted grey, I was taught it was bad
grievous error, suffer not a witch I ask why?
fear grows, the horde approaches
sensing my magic crackle
it is with decided direction
my target in place I strike
not wrath but retribution is had
they will not hunt their own
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the horde
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Well damn. Seems like you’re accepting the dark side, but on your terms perhaps? I like the power this implies. Controlled but coiled like a serpent. Good stuff!
good morning Styxian yes you could say that really there is nothing left to do stand up to it or let it consume me thank you graciously ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
good morning dearest Damian thank you graciously for your thoughts ❤️