by J.A. Von Schinzel - Reynolds

Replenish

Envelope

Commune

Spirit

The Gods called

Tend the Fire

Condone

Accept

Hex Breaker

The Warlock

Vard Lokkur

Black as pitch

Crown of bones

Upon her head

Razed ground

Burning

Before Nature

Call the Spirits

Diabolical

Grand summons

Call them

Now then

Air, Sorcery

Evocation

Waters

Drowning

Boiling point

Blood smothered

Yet the Gods made love

We can trust that

We can let go

Can't we? 

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