Scraps and Scribbles

Little scraps and scribbles of magick betwixt the wit of the mentally fit forsworn of earthly oaths doth dissolve the resolve of a resented amalgam of misfits. As silence presents itself. Counter to the center of misaligned cross hairs a beaten heart skips suffering miraculously. Transformation subsequently sinks into abyss amidst the array of confusion whilst a cricket chirps softly.