Bitter Almonds - Fiordmoss

You breathe, you try

To poison me

As we creep

Under the almond tree

You dance, you try

To lure me in

Withershins

Round the almond tree

You writhe, you bite

Lay with me

Feed the ground

Mouthfuls of blood

And you sigh

Withering

As we slide

All wide-eyed

Bitter taste

My turn to dance

Braid your spell into my hair

Hollow gaze

The skin fades