The Summons

Sealed in red... addressed in rust... A name I buried... a name I trust... Thornwood calls... through rotting thread... The blood remembers... The ink still wet, it burns my skin The blood remembers where I've been A house that speaks to wake the dead My hands are shaking — tear it wide The darkness opens from inside I am summoned — I am claimed Every thorn already knows my name I am summoned — blood to bone The manor's calling me back home Photographs of faces torn A lineage of grief and scorn They built these walls from ash and vow And something wakes beneath them now The letter says: "You are the last" A future written by the past I am summoned — I am claimed Every thorn already knows my name I am summoned — blood to bone The manor's calling me back home Can you hear it breathing? Can you feel it feeding? Every wall is watching Every shadow reaching I am summoned — I am NAMED Every thorn has carved into my veins I am summoned — skin to stone The manor swallows me — I'm home