Kaitlynne Hopple
Wraith
O Cryptic One I see - black
The veiled one chanting near
Bray high songs of death, call tombs where they hide
Sad dark hymns in the air, black
The covered one roaming near
Winds chant songs of death, graves deep, open wide
I roam through somber woods, death
The shadow one in the mist
Wings flock to my crypt
I fly to my throne