Gather Thee And Gather Me Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

Gather thee and gather me
Gather the mages to kill the night
Summon the witches, summon the three
Light the candles of black light.

Deep in the forest, deep in the snow
Our fire turns pale and its sparks fade
As the soul in me, the soul of woe
The soul of thy foe beneath my blade.

The blood on my face, that of yo' disgrace
Warm as the hand that stabs me in the back
You run at pace and I follow your trace
I grab your soul and life goes black.

Gather the souls, gather around the tree
Gather the mages to witness me slay thee.