Night creatures

field of weed feet in clay

night creatures flee our days

ditching up surface gray

truth is lies for what you pay

stirring up a witch’s brew

it’s that thing we must do

setting sun’s purple hue

dressed up sin in corset blue

hay in barns to the loft

riding horses mountain top

dulling eyes charcoal skies

bewitched spirits drawing nigh.

 

 

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