Black Magic in your eyes, as the pagan idol embedded in the the walls howls her plea .
Let you out!
Hush now, don’t be scared it is still you inside all this darkness. No need to slay the inner beast. Your edge is sharp enough. Let the blood runs so it can come back. There is no right or wrong, nor demons to fight.
Even the sun has a shadow and if all the bones still sing under the feet, the light is straight ahead.
Follow the curbs of the wall where the sermons were written for you …follow your touch and caress these ramparts out and away. No need of key, let your eyes feel the velvet of the night as it tear up.
I will be there.