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Enochian Black
The Priest of Death wears
black.
It is a luxury to stand in this confessional,
captured in a brash
flash -
Straightening the spine into
Connections
Of
Conduit.
What will you say?
A curved beak, the shape of a black hood,
taps upon the window,
without
a
single sound.
An eddy, in the
black waters,
circling like a halo
made of a
spiral
&
Splash.
Published 22nd Aug 2022
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22nd Aug 2022 3:15pm
22nd Aug 2022 3:17pm
23rd Aug 2022 1:05am
Ooohhhh Intriguing!
the straightening of the spine - To me means - rising to the occasion - No cowering
That line gives strength when reading this. Hummmm.
I'm looking at this like another form of the Grim Reaper so it
would depend on my mood.
If I'm not ready - I'd strike a bargain maybe?
If I am ready - I'd take it's hand and go for a walk - and yes - I'd do my best to smile:)
Hummm - I'm still pondering scenarios. LOL
the straightening of the spine - To me means - rising to the occasion - No cowering
That line gives strength when reading this. Hummmm.
I'm looking at this like another form of the Grim Reaper so it
would depend on my mood.
If I'm not ready - I'd strike a bargain maybe?
If I am ready - I'd take it's hand and go for a walk - and yes - I'd do my best to smile:)
Hummm - I'm still pondering scenarios. LOL
23rd Aug 2022 9:40am
So happy to have intrigued you, A...
The mood ring of you is wicked cool...
Supremely so... :p
:))))
The mood ring of you is wicked cool...
Supremely so... :p
:))))
