o jardim do éden

the sort of person
who could be
every witch's best friend
this is who i am.
the sort of occultist
wizard or sorcerer
hidden by the shiniest stone
amethyst, onyx or anything that sparkled
on a gloomy cemetery
above a dusty grave.
i'm alive, i'm coming
for a new ritual of love and hoping
pushing all the satanic forces away.
but, glazing through the night
declares the devil, pointing to us all:
"don't you worry, meine lieben!
that you'll soon be trapped and caught
into my garden of eden".