Blackest hours before dawn Arkham mist blanketing dread Sulphur seeping slowly (Through) keziahs foul stench Feast upon witches milk A dream within a dream Brown jenkin warning bite This house is not as it seems
Sign the book in blood Steal the babys breath Feed with her familiar Inhale the sour scent
Hidden behind the wall Coven of wayward souls Everything is nothing Her touch is bitter cold
