Magnus' Non-Skip Poetry

Hidden phrase repeated ere;
in my mind, your words ensnare.

Nonsense sounds, in dust you wait;
echoes of another fate.

What far flung world these phrases haunt?
Molded by an evil heart;
A girl, desired be the taunt;
Brought to him, his soul to start.

"Bring me the girl," the echo cries,
why do I feel his tears in my eyes?

Echoed here for all times be;
heard beneath fate's branching tree.

One Hundred Days of Poetry Challenge