Omens - Witchery

Empty streets wihtout a sound

Doors are locked no life is found

Anticipation the moon is round

God forsaken this little town

Velled in dusk

Velled in dusk

You can’t stop hiding from the omens!

Visitors now often sighted

But long dead guests are not invited

Candles lit though not ignited

Flicker and move as if excited

Signs of movement amidst the grave

A churchbell chimes no one’s to blame

Silent prayers are hasty spoken

Wish the dawn would now be broken