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Darkness Becomes Me
Leaves will change, as Summer dies. The cycle commences as The Forces of Rhelms we cannot comprehend take form. Bleeding into our reality as we dream of terrible things to come. Witches rise from their slumber as Mother Earth lies her weary head for the season. The season of the Witch comes as the harvest arrives. Do not lurk in the high grass or the corn stalks, for your weak and innocent shall fall prey to the entities that follow you home. Dare you dangle an uncovered foot off the edge of the bed when you have no protection to guard your home. Black Salt is your best defense, for she cannot cross the plain. Do not whistle after dark, people. For this summons Evil Spirits. Beware the shadow people, they are everywhere now. Look around, and understand who is near. For it is time.....
© Dale A Martinez
© Dale A Martinez
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