Mill of Discord

Witches possessed<br/> Even their deaths deluded<br/> They have been wolves and dogs<br/> And laid in eggshells<br/> Past in the air more than a thousand miles<br/> All in a night the enemy of mankind<br/> All powerful but false<br/> And falsehood confident<br/> Bracken burnt, left to lay<br/> Ungodly manner though not untimely<br/> A final home not resting final<br/> And what dread lays before life?<br/> To sow the seeds mark no regret<br/> And appraise the master with horns<br/> Throats and wrists the gift of the day<br/> Sickened by the horrid stench thereof<br/> Hence they lie in wait to devour men<br/> Moved with hatred for justice<br/> Wishing untold secrets upon brothers and sisters<br/> The world is but a vacant burial ground...<br/> <br/> In the devil's mill of discord

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026