A Grave in the Hollow

Haunted Appalachia by Ghostbreed Labs The Mythkiller Setting Hospitality Through Imagination Lyrics by English L. Eaves Way back in the hollow In the woods dark and deep there’s a shape in the ridgeline where the secrets all sleep A door made of shadow with no lock or key a lair of darkness For what should not be Magic and darkness Sickness and grief With no way to fight it but with your belief There’s graves in the hollow Shallow and old A carpet of centuries In sweet Autumn gold The cross and a whisper a prayer on your lips Faith like a blade That makes the shift It takes what you bring it it gives what you ask But it poisons the purpose Holds you in its grasp It’s hungry and hateful It wants what you need It’s seeping old longings Rooted deeper than greed There’s graves in the hollow Shallow and old A carpet of centuries In sweet Autumn gold With eyes like a lover and hands soft as grace it waits in the hollow to dig one more grave If you go, take your faith if you listen, don’t dare hear the whisper and promise soft in your ears It can’t take what’s not offered It can’t steal what you own But the price of your weakness is the weight of your soul There’s a new grave in the hollow Open to sky with eyes gazing upward toward the moonrise A hollow now empty of all that spoke dread Waiting for promise and purpose, instead Trees turning upward stretching to reach toward sunlight and starlight, and heaven and peace