game of shadows
glare into the eyes
and a worthless
loveless life
eggless birds
shaman of the tribe
cut them wombs
reality of a hag
let out the shame
of her doom
bloodless veins
running empty
playing her tunes
so fatal to love
so dull and glowless
them hollow eyes
them fierce eyes
spitting fire and spite
into the guts of envy
killing seeds
crumpling intentions
down to the misery
