The Warlock Poem by Engin Kavrak

Bend the thin line of obscured oblivion
Under my lined grim domain of an ordeal
Thunder in found range of an edge under black fetch
Tearsome, tiresome and beyond the spirits of dark
Found thin line of a shadow grasp
Of lore wisdom of a dark passage lay
Curly grey's utmost disposition on the glide
And the mind's door under pain slide
To reveal a core pool of indefinite pleasure
On to grab the crown for unlimited treasure
But I deny the jewel for my selling take
And reform the darkness under my retake
While I know on the edge of fire what is at stake

Whirlpool of the very night's line gets you close
All is left behind for me is this sickly prose
Maybe I shall give you a visit and knock your door
As my coffin in haze and blur captures my fall
As if I could scream for the insanity dance
By you many idea you can see I am in trance
Lovely to count the flight on the sky
And my jumpy trial on the stands
As like I would be the one to be in need
While many vampires around my neck feed
And I oblige to save my life in return
To walk an angle for the blind fatal
Sick and tattered pages blow about
But nevermind the explanative data
To surf under night above the day of light
Blow on the way the wind as the ripe darkness
I flow on the mouth of the evertalking sharpness
On the angle without pouring in the stars as liquid

Bend the trials of this curly oblivion
Picked to a horizon to reform a dance
For the many eyes to be unblurred sentenced to death
Shape a sheen in electrical motion for a devotion
For the everlasting black is on the take
To diffuse a mind in to overrate a creation
Unknown disturbance in a subliminal obtrusion
Lovely for that you already know everything
Sickly it becomes when it is presented
And undone an understandable reaction
When the fatal range of darkness shift
And the many Thunderbird escapes back into rifts
How shall you get what you begged for in eons?