The Witch House

Skittering ghosts

Expressionist lines

Down darker and deeper

Find where it lies

Sinking solemnity

Inking this against my skin

Making light of this

Fatigue permanently setting in

I till the soil of this garden

I burn the fire in the pit

I light the torches by the river

I plant my seeds and wait

Vaults that never see the sun

Reaching with nowhere to go

Sundered but still swallowed up

Flavorless and malnutritional

How I long to meet the tall grass

If I only had the gold set aside

How I long to catch the moonlight

Venus and Jupiter like eyes

Something burning down below

Strumming heartstrings

Butterfly wings

Still I'm choking on my words

More than a moth priest

God of the unrequited

Burning lungs still full of love

Belching out white smoke

All full of stars and nothing else

Empty out this cosmic dust

Sputtering this engine stops

Stalling until I end this curse

Cloaked in rumor

Legends murmured

Down darker and deeper

Find where it grows

Vines of the dreamland

Feeding on dead ends

Dreaming made endless

Death on the hit list

With such strange eons

Patterns of deep regret

Kept alive beyond all reason

Pathways I should never have tread

How I long to meet these fangs

If only I had the right blood type

How I long to match your frequency

If only I had the right vibes

I tend the water in these channels

I ferry feelings from the edge

I douse the lanterns in the forests

I meet the sun here at the West

Find the stone and hold it under

Etch this carving on these strings

Echoed in discordant thunder

In the Witch House where it dreams

Subterfuge but still I wonder

Wandering far from these streams

In memories I tore asunder

Images of elder things

If these hauntings will ever heal

Leaving such subtle scars

Finding where it lies

Down deeper in the dark

Memories of the Witch House

(Art is Generated using AI Wombo Dream app)