These phantoms come crawling out of shadow
eyes like dead stars, mouths twisted into smiles
ready to take their places for the final act
Slow decay at the edges of madness
hands tight around their own throats
desperate to feel one choking gasp of life
Faint memories of this place from long before
creeping fear as the sun’s light melts away
the darkness full of faces, twisted, leering
mouthing silent magic spells
crafting new rituals to weave into the night
The walls here have known their words
wood soaked with voices of a broken circle
jagged lines pointing all ways into horror
on pathways waiting to swallow new souls
long roads empty after the masters passed this way
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When was the last time you changed an opinion you held?
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2 responses to “Woven Ritual”
That is such a difficult question but definitely an important one! The last time I changed my opinion on something big, like a political stance on an issue, was during the middle of college, which has been a few years ago now. A lot of my smaller opinions (i.e. what is the best _____?) shift constantly. What about you?
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Agreed, I think it’s especially important to challenge myself on things I feel strongly about. Not sure what the last time was for me… Maybe that means it’s time to shake things up!
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