Ashen lips curl into a smile -
A lunar cycle's worth of labour
Has all fallen into place.
Nobody shall know
What it is that she did;
Only the coven shall know
Just what she is.
How gratifying she finds it
To be both the woman
And her shadow.
The powers that be,
They favour her distinctly;
Fuelling the flame
Of her rituals and schemes,
Having already granted
Her a most charming visage,
And a mind keen enough
To devise the ceremonies
Which were lost when her ancestors
Burned.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
