Incantation

Don’t get too close
This shore is cavernous and cold
Too close is cavernous and cold
Cavernous and cold
You’re collecting empty shells
Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
I’d rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts
They bore what’s tavernous and told
A haunted ocean is tavernous and told
I am where the fearing dwells
Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
I’d rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
Don’t get too close
To this haunted ocean of steaming ghosts
Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
I’d rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
I’d rather hide, hide, hide, hide
Cavernous, cold
Cavernous, cold, cold, cold, cold