It is a morbid grey ambiance br In your obsession of stealth br In your world of tarot & incantations br Rags, red threads, bottles & terminal breaths; br br In your world of crosses to bear br Burning your bridges before you attempt to cross br In your book of chairs & names- -keeping tally br X-ing out each mortality like an accomplished loss; br br Invocations-incantations and idol worship br Goes against everything in my life br You with your love of scissors- is cutting br But never as sharp as your enemies 'knife'; br br My God has warned me about you br And the darkness that resides within br Across the pond-your darkness lives on br Corrupting troll of 'mortal sin'; br br Your answer for everything is to pause a while br 'Til at least the sirens - quiet down br Retreating away with family and like minded br Removing titles-still so easily found; br br I have made a promise- truly br In all of your 66 years you've never heard br It is known by many including our God br You haven't heard the last from this little bird; br br For we will be watching even when you think we are not br When you believe you've found 'another way'-and the coast is clear br That is the very moment we truly get our chance with you br Could it be- that your number is nearly up my dear? br br br br By, Theodora Onken br br br July 4,2014br br Theodora (Theo) Onkenbr br