in the cemetery
blood moon shining bright
something stirs
a creature of darkness
awaiting its freedom
soon come its priestesses
bringing with them candles, incense,
and knives.
the girls who cared so deeply for the beast contained
pull a feast from their bags
and eat with her.
soon she is free,
and blesses each with a kiss.
then she is gone,
to seek the wind.
Posted in response to the challenge Ceremony.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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