Curse

The flames glowing brighter, brighter than the eye of my mind,

My head growing lighter, lighter than the cloudy night lined.

I gaze into the stars and the moon in the centre of the sky,

My live body clothed in black, my soul ready to die.

I stand amidst the black circles with stars and signs,

I stand with a free thought but my soul in binds.

I seek to find the truth; the rivers of crimson blood and black bane,

I am not here of my own accord, Išve been taken by the not sane.

The thoughts of it not enterprising has ran rampant in my head,

I want the curse gone and I sit through my dread.

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