Goodnight, Void.
Sing me to sleep.
Carry me to bed.
Tuck me into my grave –
One shovel full of earth at a time.
Leaving them behind what I can;
The manic scribbles,
Of a self proclaimed Witch.
Humanist Manifesto,
Scrawled across spellcraft,
Hidden between the lines & stanzas,
Of Riddle-Strewn Poems.
Goodnight, Void: BLACK
