The witching hour is upon us, bringing
blackened luck and jinxes.
Dusty smoke breathes in time with
the crackling of churning flames
in my ever-blistering lungs,
but I am not afraid of the wilderness.
Author of poetry and fiction
The witching hour is upon us, bringing
blackened luck and jinxes.
Dusty smoke breathes in time with
the crackling of churning flames
in my ever-blistering lungs,
but I am not afraid of the wilderness.