unfinished

DISPARE When darkness clouds the light, when the wind howls in the dead of night. Let the whispers fill your ears, with the howling screams of your worst fears. The sight of the crows that caw with hate, almost as bone-chilling as the mandrake. Seeing tears in the eyes of a pale woman, over your head lies an evil oman! What would you bring such sorrow and dispare? Perhaps the fact that no one cares. . . Fall to your knees and close your eyes, Drop to the ground and let yourself die. . .