Friday, April 22, 2011

Behind the outline & The Witches Husband

Shadows lurk beneath each breath
As you fall I see you sweat

Winding its tail about your throat
And words grow shallow in regret

Cauldron steams a foul brew,
Moon is glossing over soon,

And I play daddy dearest waiting for,

Wondering how, you left for work,
Without your broom

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