Continuous

Nightmare hall Elongating so no matter what

Potion Recipe

Eye of newt Left bat wing

The carriage is her escape.

Dirty money is hard to clean With blood still dripping

Dusk falls with the leaves A chill creeps more prominently

The scent lingers on Like a spirit haunting me

Rotten luck Worse than cracking mirrors

Scavengers Like vultures

There is danger here That yearns to be recognized

I drift off soundly Not a care at all