They’ll cobble together my poems,
Hoping to find spells in the margins.
Hints of my blackest magicks,
Hidden in my words,
Abstracted by my letters,
‘Ere left in plain sight.
They’ll cobble together my poems,
Hoping to find spells in the margins.
Hints of my blackest magicks,
Hidden in my words,
Abstracted by my letters,
‘Ere left in plain sight.