thread red
The full moon blazing her rays
On the dark field spreading to the orchard
The sea breezes whirring softly into the land
The sea is calm the silent ripples patterns
The farmer sits near the window panes
Forever alert for something unwanted to appear
The sound of motorcycle hitting the road
A little while his daughter returns home
"Better close all the windows and doors
There is something crawling in the shadows"
"Dad you are dreaming....it's the tree leaves
You imagine it and I thought I did too"
"No daughter it is the truth
Amina saw the imprints and warned me
They will come when it is full moon
Now it is and I watching the field"
The elder spins his tales
The young audience listen attentively
As the moonlit night tears the night apart
The sound of breathing carrying its weight
"Look the red thread!
I know it the evil will come"
The farmer's daughter rushes to see
Now her eyes wide open fear grips her soul
"What does it mean Dad?"
"It comes for me from your late mother
She has turned alive from the black art"
"You mean she will take you away?"
"In a way she is
But I am not going her way
I have you to take care
She has her time.........."
The red thread dance
Along the trees and poles
Gripping its tentacles around
The red eyes staring through
The farmer draws the curtains
Enough of what he has seen
This is the work of witch-craft
Drawing out souls the evil needs
The uprooting of poles
Cracking up the ground it stood
The red thread dancing seductively
The farmer peeps knowing its meaning
On the dark field spreading to the orchard
The sea breezes whirring softly into the land
The sea is calm the silent ripples patterns
The farmer sits near the window panes
Forever alert for something unwanted to appear
The sound of motorcycle hitting the road
A little while his daughter returns home
"Better close all the windows and doors
There is something crawling in the shadows"
"Dad you are dreaming....it's the tree leaves
You imagine it and I thought I did too"
"No daughter it is the truth
Amina saw the imprints and warned me
They will come when it is full moon
Now it is and I watching the field"
The elder spins his tales
The young audience listen attentively
As the moonlit night tears the night apart
The sound of breathing carrying its weight
"Look the red thread!
I know it the evil will come"
The farmer's daughter rushes to see
Now her eyes wide open fear grips her soul
"What does it mean Dad?"
"It comes for me from your late mother
She has turned alive from the black art"
"You mean she will take you away?"
"In a way she is
But I am not going her way
I have you to take care
She has her time.........."
The red thread dance
Along the trees and poles
Gripping its tentacles around
The red eyes staring through
The farmer draws the curtains
Enough of what he has seen
This is the work of witch-craft
Drawing out souls the evil needs
The uprooting of poles
Cracking up the ground it stood
The red thread dancing seductively
The farmer peeps knowing its meaning
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