The girl has her moons
her bones her copper coins
her deadly silver nightshade
She has her planets her stars
her fox fur & golden daggers
her small god in a corner of the room
She has her bestiaries
her angels & devils & demons
her gaudy little perfumed monsters
She has her rituals pat
her hand signs & subtle gestures
her dance for the ancient ceremonies
She is ready now
she can begin
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
The girl has her moons
her bones her copper coins
her deadly silver nightshade
She has her planets her stars
her fox fur & golden daggers
her small god in a corner of the room
She has her bestiaries
her angels & devils & demons
her gaudy little perfumed monsters
She has her rituals pat
her hand signs & subtle gestures
her dance for the ancient ceremonies
She is ready now
she can begin
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