Sinister
Place of no return-
the Sinister is lurking
to recruit my soul.
Domain
The weeds of the field-
seeds of doubt, worry, and fear
reign in sin’s domain.
Stalker
Campfire of the night-
stories told of a stalker;
screams, wait, here he comes.
Serpent
Pulpit of evil-
an old serpent’s tongue deceives
the congregation.
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Really lovely 🙂
Thanks Lindsay for your kind words.