CAMELOT FANTASIES

The mysteries of Hallows Eve
The veil is thinnest
Those who try
Cannot deceive
Crepuscular stark of the dark waning light
In the shadows lurks the moon
Magickal stirrings at its finest
Stand back observe those with
The blaming tongue
Watch them cringe
When the foretold of blatant truth
Destroys their fabricated lies
Wither to slight in stature
Listening to their bittersweet cries
Denial slams their lips
Deception has always been a part of their nature
It’s the witches and the warlocks they fear
It’s the truth of the Wiccan tribe
Claiming pagans need to burn and die
Let them continue and proclaim
What they term as pagan
In this day and age
For thousands of years
They exalted this sage

Swirling in circles this strange typhoon
Social graces and plastic faces

~Divine