The air chills upon entering As hollow air follows behind And murmurs ghost over the skin Whispers yell from no particular place Shocking the system But no one believes That history never dies -Kel Dayheart
Counteraction
This life is a curse That I hope to find A countercurse To somehow save myself -Kel Dayheart
Mischief’s Afoot
Bats flying free When witches cackle Fill the night -Kel Dayheart
