Children of the Moon!
Abandon your worn shoes
And frolic freely, barefoot
In Her midnight light;
Let down your lovely locks
And bare your ashen skin
To allow Her celestial lips
Kiss your collar bones;
Let Her blanket of shadows
Drape over your shoulders,
While She crowns you with
A headdress of night diamonds.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Children of the Moon!
Abandon your worn shoes
And frolic freely, barefoot
In Her midnight light;
Let down your lovely locks
And bare your ashen skin
To allow Her celestial lips
Kiss your collar bones;
Let Her blanket of shadows
Drape over your shoulders,
While She crowns you with
A headdress of night diamonds.
Nighttime is when the battered souls unveil themselves
and the Moon welcomes them with open arms.
Wrote this while listening to
Bravado by Lorde on loop.
