Necromantic

[Etherwave]

Black smoke dances to fear. The magic is ancient here. There's static and angst to steer, the trance you break, toward mirrors.
I thought it would be safer here, now I'm just trying to inhale, before the vapors clear.
What demons do you need to vanquish, dear?
Nearer...
I'm selling the souls of thieves.
When the spell is broken, ill wait beneath the maple tree, until you arrive ill make believe that sanity was never late for me.
Ill make a home of leaves, and dress my hair with twigs and things.
Oh lover of deeds, I've planted seeds to see what your soil will bring to be for me.

Barren is the land where I lay down my garden.