Crimson trickles down Old Mare creek.
Taught the Johnson boy he wasn't ever to speak.
Found a stone with gold in it's veins.
But no mortal hands were to claim.
Something in the trees.
Haunted summer breeze swirling in the air.
The forest breathes from the deep ravine.
Where them four boys had found the curse breaching from the Earth.
Stoking up the fires of dastardly men.
The secret's never stay dead.
Sneakers made a miniature home.
Woods are built upon the twigs and the bones.
Years, they come and go like the breeze.
Brothers traded blood for their greed.
Something in between fear and jealousy swirling in the air.
The furnace breathes.
Held up to the heat.
So them three boys had pushed the curse back into the Earth.
Stoking up the fires of dastardly men.
Something a boy don't forget.
credits
from Last Days of Magic,
released October 14, 2016
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