I'm the wickedest; the white light; the blinding vividness
my iris flickers with fire; my eyes are cinnamon; I've been crying crimson again.
tides of timidness. red dye. I'm mixing it w/ the might of vigorous;
the stick of vines of thyrsus; the aligned arithmetic of a prime time precisionist, winding liquid -
my joints grind with diligence, tightened ligaments, pain subsides, not quite diminishes...
the night is frivolous; the smell of crows feet, thighs, deliciousness.
flys fly around the head-less, appetized, indicants, of wily incidents.
the steam entices senses - prys death from, thy who syndicate;
the sheeps wool boils off, rises insulant; damp; it is dried and knitted thick -
the vikings dine over dinner threats sent from the other side of the brick confines; in, bewilderment, belligerence
ignorant, dipping biscuits in milk, curdled, vilely sipping it
bittersweet wine, from the river, is magnificent; mount olympus is rich with it;
it winds through the pines and the villages like snake slime left behind from tis slithering,
the grime and the grimacing are the first sign of the withering
I'm at the wits end;
trying to find the wizard and his men, mesmerized by this whistling..
the whispering, piercing, petrifyingly shivering
riveting shrilling, hair standing; my mind fidgeting
the night sky flies by like icarus
the wise owl reminds the skittish, to abide or bid farewell, to their alliance to forgiveness.
wolf howls; baby cries as the lynch men;
hang his mother up side down, neck tied to a twig limb,
whining in glossolalia; her tongue is twisting; yelling spells at women, hiding in practition;
they believe she is a witch; she is the sly and malicious
she is to die this instant. oracle scrys his mystic
tells the executioner 'she's lying' to 'kick it'
"let us fry this witch in the dimness of oblivion to the chime of the violentest crickets.''
septuagint says; infinite imprisonment is a fitting privilege for a crime that's this hideous.
the bishop is on the side of the christians.
he's denied any exorcism of any kind as forbidden.
the witches were of the whimsical and wiccan.
the Black Magic existed disguised distinctive as superstition;
it is living in the children of the voodoo religion
demise is vindictive, cringe and witness it's crucifixion
listen to the fire crackle, hear the caster; sayer of sooth and the sickness
the shriek through the dark forrest of putridness; ridden
the mad woman whittles a smidgeon, blue in submission;
the people watch her body; contorting viciously,
moving rhythmically
the conviction of her neck jerking; cruelty; misery; scrutiny: witchery.
pixie golden glitter gizzard glee
holy pumpkin jumping jehosaphat twiddle dee hickory
the wizard had had enough of the trickery
this witch was simply a victim; of eccentricity;
her children; scared stiff as; broom bristles sweeped.
the wizard waved his wand with; infusing imagery;
his frozen white beard was truly wintery;
the dark horse rode through; in chivalry;
the witch hung; twined to; willow tree;
I give you the gift of peace, in return - set the wicked free
the ghoul agreed
and the wizard made the rope into ribbonry
Black Magic
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