Written for Day 13 of Sammi’s “13 Days of
Samhain” words “mortally” and “morbid”.
thirteen candles flicker, weeping blood-red wax
the shadow-veil is severed by a silver axe
a silhouette is brewing in the heavy, freezing air
a circle cast in malice, pulling roots from old despair
she rises from the smoke with a fanged and ancient grin
to let the wild, chaotic feast of hunger now begin
the iron doors are rattling as the skeletal trees bow
the time for human hiding is a fragile memory now
a morbid mass of whispers fills the dark, collapsing room
as claws of shadows stretch to pull the living to their doom
you stand before the altar, paralyzed by binding twine
a frozen, silent witness to the end of your design
she lifts a rusted dagger as the final hour chimes
to execute a vengeance born of long-forgotten times
the veil is torn completely, and you realize too late
you are mortally entangled in the witch’s chosen fate
the final flame is smothered in a cold, consuming breath
as thirteen days of waiting close the trap of endless death
NAR©2026
This is “Witches Dance” by Mercyful Fate
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated, and may not be used without permission. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
A very chilling end.
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