Fear Cave - Bison b.c.

There have been some nights

That didn’t end so well

An evil that lurks in the woods

Compels me to drag you through hell

The shadow self waits

For the owl of truth to appear

Through vicious secrets we learn

Love is fear

Return to this ghastly place

With virtue’s sour smell

Whispering fool’s prayers

Bring you back to my hell

The dweller on the threshold cries out

Hard habits die old

Fear cave