How smooth the hand of God as it
glides across the Ouija Board
13 stood naked that virgin night
clothes ignored near cold feet
They crossed the graveyard in pitch black
running to The Tree
A delicate wrought iron fence encircles it
ancient by all accounts and
no bigger than the human form
"From her heart it sprang" was whispered
no one knew the rituals origin, just
that is must be performed
Yellowed headlights shaft through the forest
scorching full blown milky innocence
scattering the moths burnt by the flame
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