I Summon Thee – A Dark Poetry

I Summon Thee

I lit the candle
drew the pentagram
laid down a life
slit her throat
and blood drip down
painting the circle
in ominous red ink
then i spoke Latin
knelt and screamed
I summoned all of you
to make them suffer
to make them bleed
to maim their souls
until all is nothing
the hate, the blame
will all be undone.

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