Bruja

In shades of crimson where secrets softly tread

I murmur to the phantoms the knowing dead

With dreadful grace I seek those silent kin

To bridge the gulf where life and death begin

With cryptic words I call the specters near

In search of truth and whispers that I hear

Through veils of time their secrets they confide

In shadows' grasp where dread and fate collide

In shades of crimson where secrets softly tread

I murmur to the phantoms the knowing dead