Under the dying oak
with ancient runes
carved into the old bark
I see a dark stain
on the soil
from the ancient one
Thirteen candles
as black as night
stand in a circle
burning so bright
in the silver streaming moon light
My dear you stand alone
in the candle light
shivering with fear
but be patient
soon he will be here
In his endless eyes
you thin white lace
and your beautiful pale face
will burn
in the eternal flames
It will consume your heart
and your soul
and as a black raven
You will fly to the sky
With a croaking cry
Nevermore
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Mathias Jansson is a Swedish art critic and poet. He has been published in magazines as The Horror Zine Magazine SNM Horror Magazine and The Poetry Box. He has also contributed to several anthologies from Horrified Press as Just One More Step, Suffer Eternal anthology Volume 1-3, Hell Whore Anthology Volume 1-3.Homepage: http://mathiasjansson72.blogspot.se/
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