Flowers bloom as black as night
Removing colors from your sight
Nightmarish vines block your way
Thorns reach out to catch their prey
And by the pricking of your thumbs
You realize that their poison numbs
From frightful blooms, rank odor seep
Bats and beasties fly and creep
'cross this evil land, ill winds blow
Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow
All will rot and decompose
For something wicked this way grows…'
Post je objavljen 02.07.2006. u 21:57 sati.