The Cursed Collective - Don’t Let ‘Em In…

Lock your doors, bar the ring, Don’t trust whispers that the night winds bring… Never let a shadow step inside your home, Roots in the floorboards, claws in the loam. Brambles in the speech, venom in the hymn, They smile like saints but their teeth stay grim. Spitfire syllables, serpentine snare, Every pact’s poison in the perfumed air. Glitter in the eyes, but the hands conceal, What’s given with laughter, they later steal. Lock your doors, bar the ring, Don’t trust whispers that the night winds bring. Fae folk trick with a grin of sin, Once they cross the threshold — you won’t win. Don’t Let ’Em In Never eat fruit from the ghostwood tree, Every bite binds you eternally. Never take gifts from a silver tongue, The bargain bites back when the song’s been sung. I weave with a whisper, I wail in the wall, Invitations given are a binding call. Threshold rules, once broken, bind — You give them a key, they’ll consume your mind. Rhymes roll reckless, riddles in the grin, Blood-ink contract carved in skin. Spells spun silent, syllables thin, You let me in once — I won’t leave again. Never let the fae folk cross your floor, Never trust the knock at your midnight door! Lock your doors, bar the ring, Don’t trust whispers that the night winds bring. Fae folk trick with a grin of sin, Once they cross the threshold — you won’t win. Don’t Let ’Em In Threshold thistle, thorn-thread tongue, Trip the trust and the trap’s begun. Candle crack, contract carved, Claws clutch close when the pact’s unmarred. Silken syllables slip, snare-song spins, Silver-laced lies slide under your skin. Echo oath etched in a venomous hymn, Invite us once and we’ll live within. Rhymes rattle reckless, root-rites bind, Bargains bite back in the bends of time. Speak no welcome, break no bread, Else fae feast fine on the words you said. Hush-hush hollows, homeward harm, Whispers weave wicked in the midnight charm. Never let a fae folk cross that frame, One step in — you forfeit your name. Lock your doors, bar the ring, Don’t trust whispers that the night winds bring. Fae folk trick with a grin of sin, Once they cross the threshold — you won’t win. Don’t Let ’Em In