Dark Magic

Mario Vitale

Cremation
 wand, crystal ball & hat
 you put a spell on those
 in search of blood disguised

 lines being drawn in the sand
 when will we understand
 a presence of voodoo
 have we bitten off far more then we could chew

 tarot cards 
 it's gravity brings some down
 viscous long hanging fangs that fright
 children lost in a sea of tranquility

 eyes with tombstones in their head
 Satan laughing spreads his wings
 blackened stench
 heavy metal blaring 

 women with hot bikinis
 faces in the window storms in the night
 Gothic crosses
 the only way to go is down

 newspaper, bat & diary
 they can see your future
 the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
 those in search of lust in place of love

 omen
 black cats who cross the street