Gather in the moonless night and speak in unknown tongues; the Dark Mother and I will listen.
Sing to us and cry out, and the Power will be yours to wield.
Blow me a kiss when the sky is dark and I will smile, but no kiss returns; for my kiss is the final one for all mortal flesh.
Sing to us and cry out, and the Power will be yours to wield.
Blow me a kiss when the sky is dark and I will smile, but no kiss returns; for my kiss is the final one for all mortal flesh.
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And I like what you wrote!
This is where I embarrass myself and ask if you wrote it?
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress