Black Magic: Secrets Lurk Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In shadows deep and dark as coal,
Where secrets lurk and spirits roam,
A force unseen, yet strong and bold,
Can weave its web of deadly mold.

With whispered words and ancient rites,
A power rises from the night,
That bends the wills of mortal men,
And draws them to its wretched den.

Beware the hex, the curse, the spell,
For in the wrong hands, all is hell.
A single word, a flick of wrist,
Can bring about a deadly twist.

The innocent, the pure of heart,
Are vulnerable to its dark art,
And once ensnared, they cannot flee,
From the grip of black sorcery.

So heed this warning, lest you fall,
To the temptations of the thrall,
And keep your mind and soul secure,
From the dangers of the arcane lure.