witching hour

She brings out the glass of lost language
Swallow the last letter till the moment of time's end
Maelstrom winds, the vortex sucking you in
Bone crack, blood crush, and flesh burn
Look in the pool of your soul, see those letters now!
But only eyes of yellow glow back
Tilted chin, howling screams
Mix with the red moon, darker still
Stale wind, winnow me from my clan of times past
Lost, unloved- a walking wanderer am I
No one to talk to, none willing to stay
I won't let them, undeserving am I
Only a cruel masterpiece of psychotic madness locked in my head.
Never escape.