Turmoil sequesters peace.
The storm rages on as blooms rot and
fruit ripens.
Do not refer to me. I am one of many.
I eat well.
The source of Her power, bereft of
love.
DEAD SNAILS AT YOUR FEET OFFERINGS OF ROSEMARY (singed) MUGWORT (withered) SAGE (rotten) BLOOD DRIED AND FLAKED
DEAD SNAILS AT YOUR FEET OFFERINGS OF ROSEMARY (singed) MUGWORT (withered) SAGE (rotten) BLOOD DRIED AND FLAKED
Souls intertwined.
One day, maybe,
You could be mine.
Souls intertwined.
One day, maybe,
You could be mine.