Sadistic SeanceMature

Whispers creep on stinking winds,

so restless souls may walk again,

barbaric tales in a sea of sin,

stories screamed in endless pain.

 

Magic darker than abyssal night,

candles flicker their empty glow,

spectral figures spread wanton blight,

hiss prayers to the old ones deep below.

 

With power comes torture.

yet  agony brings might,

so the evil may prosper,

and the good lose the fight.

 

The End

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