Cantara

Look in the right places and you can find every answer there is.
Even the reason why humans are this predictable.




I hear the twinkle listen
The soft beats and booming feet
Enchanting rhymes slither closer
Move me, glide past
The claws are darker this bright early midnight day
Beat
Doom
Harsh
Closer
It's the shuffle of ghostly feet
The shadow of anger clinging closer
Over me
Whispers I cannot deny
Light fades, faith diminishes
Strength, the will, vanishes into the bright red silky air
Belief and knowledge are no more
But still a small certainty
The twitch, the rush
Its power over me
I hear her voice, I hear the drums, I hear the spells
I see her, I see the drums, I see the spells
And then
I wake no more