The Coven
Their chaos has drawn farther to the dark, In its embrace, the fallen angels thrive… The acclaimed clerics have fallen to the mark, The almighty cathedral has taken the dive… From their robes came the pungent of death, Empty gloomy eyes pierces like an inferno rays, The hums of chaos came from husky obnoxious breath, Within their grips a wanderer strays in their maze; They came loathly in musty cloaks, A coven of kinsmen of battered souls, Their palms drips of clotted fluid they broke, Will I tag along; O’no… definitely no! Leke Odubote, “The Coven”, copyright 2017