Golden Goddess draped in red, Purest pale veins, like they bled. Strongest peak while blackly veiled, Summoning the shadows as they sailed. Mother Moon, Luna des mortes She calls to me, follows me. Beseeches the kin to do her bidding, All blended together in Mothers wedding. The souls and non souls gather round, Swallowing up secrets the grave has found. Golden Goddess draped in red, Golden Goddess of the undead, We are here and we await. Bound tight by the unfair fates. Obedient always, to your luminous, opulent, dragons eye. -Tina- (An admiration for the blood moon lastnight)
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 03:26:19 +0000
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