wytchcroft

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everything bared
cruel northern isles

some desolate unsleeping shore

a body can get desperate
sheltering under the nets

shadow of a wolf-girl
made of wire
she coughs up keys like chicken-bones.

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initially inspired by kristamas klousch
and later by s.kane

this is originally from a while ago, forgot about it, found it again, tweaked it.

Night of the Hunter:

Oh my, those smoking eyes all mine
Those smoking eyes
No saints alive
Ripped the hull right open
Ripped the belly wide
Kissed the life inside

Open wide as eyes
Oh my wild one
Oh my young gun
It’s the night of the hunter

My love the hunter
Will hang me with the fish

All that rich witch silver
It’s a merciless trade
Caught in the shallows
Where the mist licks her clean
When she’s dragged like a mermaid
From the mud

But they better brush back that weather black hair
Pull back those long white teeth

And look at those eyes
Smoking like blood on the hot inside
All my hot blood feel it on the inside
Feel you love beating on the inside
Feel that life beating on the inside

When you stole my skin
To hang it with the fishes
Let no man come between us love
Let no man come

Just the wolves a running from the hunter.