HELL ABLOOM She would lie upon the bed and stare into the wall Where the shadows flicker and they beckon and they crawl Cloakina's children grown
the night and all the things that dark redeems There is not a place tonight on earth I'd rather be Both feet in the hell abloom in the night around you
responde to Twilight's call, sending forth the mists of evenfall... Into shades of grey the evergreen's subdued by my feet, flowers of Witchery are abloom
