| ~Coven of One~ My chapel Is haunted. Garnets, crystal, beloved candle Clear nothing away. You answer in cobwebs- Intricately designed To grab dust. "Leave them there, I think they're beautiful." While others whisk them gone Favoring clean and tidy. I still conjure prayer; Head folded, hands bowed. Spirits and ghosts Have all jumped this ship. Still, My chapel is haunted. |