A pendulum beings to beat,
As my toes touch the twisted ground,
Jumping from the cedar tree, mist haunts my vision,
As I open the book, now to begin, I chant a tale,
Lost long ago,
And the language is unknown to me,
But the dead tremble at my feet,
A hand rips through the grass,
As a boy stands under the wicked moon, covered in grime,
He stumbles over to me,
His hair is pulled back,
AndI brand him with my mark,
On his soul, heart, and head,
He's now a minion,
An innocent slave,
I pull him into a boarded up house,
And the lights flicker once,
Before going on,
I tug him up the stairs,
And push him in the bathroom,
Drowning him in the tub,
The water is a murky swamp,
Dry him off,
Clothe him,
Then drag him straight to bed,
The pendulum beats faster,
As the knife is removed from the shelf,
Creeping up the crooked stairs,
A demon enters the room,
With the witch and her minion,
Fast, fast asleep,
Creaking the floor boards,
He raises his silver dagger,
Pins the minion to the bed,
Blood stains the linen,
As screams tear through the night,
The witch is beaten,
And torn apart,
Her minion unable help his mistress,
But oh,
How the pendulum began fade,
As the sun broke in the morning,
The witch was dead,
The minion crying,
The demon laughing,
And the pendulum began to beat at a new rate,
As the boy grabbed the knife,
That tore his mistress's skin,
And he sliced, diced, ripped that wretched being to shreds,
Two dead bodies,
Blood covers everything,
The boy, blade clutched tightly in his hand,
Cuts his throat,
Never would he leave his mistress,
Alone.
