Mill of Discord
Witches possessed Even their deaths deluded They have been wolves and dogs And laid in eggshells Past in the air more than a thousand miles All in a night the enemy of mankind All powerful but false And falsehood confident Bracken burnt, left to lay Ungodly manner though not untimely A final home not resting final And what dread lays before life? To sow the seeds mark no regret And appraise the master with horns Throats and wrists the gift of the day Sickened by the horrid stench thereof Hence they lie in wait to devour men Moved with hatred for justice Wishing untold secrets upon brothers and sisters The world is but a vacant burial ground... In the devil's mill of discord
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026