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Ritual of the beast

Poetry By: DonChapp

Something you might not wanna go trough

Submitted:Jul 20, 2010    Reads: 78    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

The night is damp and cold

trought the mist and fog we road

in the lead of a candles light

to our coven we set our sight

the wispers and hum reach us neer

a feeling of high power set us in fear

the voices are in pray for their own gain

an oder filles the air

something rothing and dead

we finaly come close to sight

a sacrifice was made

as the dark figures' hands held high

a beastly figure rose to the dark sky

it was more of smoke then flesh alive

a loud laugh filled my head so in denile


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