Like a gloomy doom, dawns the epiphany

Of the findings and the signs and the mysteries

Pictures Flashes like my thoughts, I can barely think

Oh I wish this was a poem, not reality.

• Fairy tale, Fairly pale, I see another room

• Creaking open the doors leads up to a trance

• Hooded individuals humming similar tunes

• Now I'm wishing that I had some other plans

I see a glowing globe revolve, tis divinity

Note to self: all my letters were in words

Then a turn saw a hooded gaze speak to me

This is witchery, there's no place left to run

PS

• Short poem, Creepy theme, Made up story. I hope you enjoyed it though.